There were bloody paw prints on the cold tiled floor of the emergency pet hospital. I stared at them with my heart beating for the animal who was being treated behind closed doors.
You once resided
in the heart of the goddess
of fruitful abundance.
A house nestled
the thinning orchards
that bore life.
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