Prompted by Poet's Place Cafe

Trey - Form of the week, write an Endecha

Trey

He lay, his head on my lap,
his pained blue eyes begged, I stay.
I stroked his fur, calmly spoke
while he closed his tired eyes and slipped away

The moan came from deep within
First I didn't recognize
the soulful sound came from me.
Then sobs wrenched my chest and tears poured from my eyes.
                                       ~~Judi Van Gorder

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