“Come with me,” he hissed menacingly.
Stop support. When did you ever?
The leaves fell; her anger peaked.
Reaching. Soaring. Tumbling. Falling. Blown down.
He wanted to help, but hindered.
New focus. No longer a dog!
Let you go? Make you stay?
My pain from her walks freely.
‘Round and ’round I go forever.
What were the police doing there?