She Died in My Arms We did everything together she was my best friend. A baby pug and yellow duckling playing in a sunny farmyard. But that day something came for us. A fox stalks from the shadows while they play. She saved me and took the hit The duckling pushes the pug away and gets hurt by the fox. She died in my arms The pug holds her, crying in the rain I waited for her to wake up but she never did. A tiny grave with a flower. The pug sits beside it, silent. They say animals don’t feel grief. But they’ve never been me. She may be gone but our love lives forever. The pug looks up the duckling appears in the clouds smiling.