FATE

She died on a warm sunny day, apparently
she fell asleap in the coolness of the
barn, in a position she was unable to
breath.

She lived 30 days, saw the rain, wind, sun,
she played and rolled in the dust, and ran
like the wind.

I named her "Fate", and in the end it was
fate that took her. It is fitting as it was
fate that made her as she was.

...and I burried her in an unmarked grave.
I will not remember her death but rather
remember her life. This is my charge.