A young girl named Sarah and her dog were playing in the dewy grass,
And nobody knew what was coming
Not even little Sarah nor
Her favorite companion, Bentley
It wasn’t their fault the gate was left open
The only thing going through the playful puppy’s mind was to run
New scents and smells were all he thought peering through the small gap of freedom
The first day the gate was ever left open
Was the day everybody would remember.
There, right in front of him, everything he imagined,
Openness and freedom
He flew through the air with his paws gently touching the cool cement,
His tongue flailing through the air,
And the cars rushing past him.
Panic was creeping through Sarah’s spine again and
She felt the terror slowly paralyzing her body
She was then sprinting after Bentley
The only thought was,
“Does he not love me enough to run away?”
The new fresh crisp air made Bentley run faster and faster
Suddenly, his nose found him another trail to go to.
Another dog was across the street;
This new path caused Bentley to veer towards the black deathly road
All he heard was screeching tires then
A loud ringing noise buzzed through his ears
While a white blissfulness overcame his eyes.
Sarah finally saw him running down the endless pathway
All she wanted was her friend to turn around and leap into her arms
Her thoughts consumed her heart ache
All she heard was a monstrous van drive past her
She saw Bentley turn towards the road as the van was approaching him,
Fear shot into her body and caused her to shriek a painful cry
Bentley was struck and Sarah was horrified
Her legs crumbled beneath her as her world was too
She fell to the hard cold black ground next to the lifeless mass of fur.
It wasn’t their fault the gate was left open.