Had a puppy,
Now he’s dead.
Car ran over,
And squashed his head.

Flying guts,
Are all around.
Get down low,
And make no sound.

Darkened night,
A scream goes up.
Man drinks from,
An empty cup.

Laying down,
In a pool of blood.
Waiting for,
The killing flood.

All their lives,
Are full of dread.
Won’t be long,
They’ll soon be dead.

03/23/2009