The Silence
The house is alive and full of joy;
The ball of fur raises all spirits.
He greets you faithfully when you return;
Always by your side;
Never straying far from home;
A steady companion.
Then a car, a helpless cry;
And there he lies.
There is no movement:
... Silence takes over
And your heart sinks.
Returning home, you open the door
And the house is no longer the same.
Your eyes become tear filled:
... No one is there to greet you
But the dead silence of an empty house.