The End Poem by Eve Steadman

he sits there
still as stone
his big, brown eyes
and thier amber glow
is that a trickle of red?
maybe he's already dead?
no, I can see him breathing
but each breath is hard
his time has come to say goodbye
his time has come to die
there is nothing that can now be done
to save this equistite creature
no! hes stopped breathing altogether
I hold him in my arms
I'm not ready to let him go
to face the world alone
but it is too late
he's already gone
but he'll never be gone in my heart