Analysing The Apple Poem by Denise Hart

I ran inside, I grabbed the apple
I started the car ….
I ran him over

My heart kept beating,
It was rapid, it was thumping
It was manic

I had to face it quickly
No time for fear to hide
Behind what I had done

His big brown eyes
Staring at me with compassion
His insight of what was to come
Was entwined in mine

The apple had only a nibble
Not even a full bite
I rang for help
A farmer came by

In the car he lay
A long drive there
To the vet
My sobs were heard

His heart faded
Our big black boy
Our faithful friend
Who loved his apples
Had come to his end