Zoey
A sonnet
1 min readMar 19, 2021
Lost our girl back in two thousand nineteen,
Zoey was her name, she was made of love.
She was the most gentle dog ever seen,
Anger, she was completely bereft of.
Helped raise our new chicks, the hens well aware,
Following little puffs of fluff across,
The lawn. Her snout directing chicks with care,
Acting motherly, watching out for…
