Digger

He came home on the petrol tank of Dad's small motor bike;
A docile dog, he just enjoyed the ride.
I still recall the night that Mum said, "Here's your new surprise."
And Dad brought Digger there and then inside.

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Down among the chook sheds, to the farthest from the house,
So that fatal shot would not be heard,
A boy's dog and a man took their final walk together.
Dad didn't speak - he never said a word.

Dad told me later that he felt he had betrayed a friend,
The day he aimed and gently squeezed the trigger.
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© Tom Chapman 2006

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