When I found you in the woods
it was obvious you’d be taught
to beg for food, to chase rabbits,
to fear the rolled up newspaper,
to cower and shrink from a broom.
You did not think of going inside,
that was the deal made in order
for you to stay with us for 10 years.
I didn’t know I’d be burying you
here, behind the tan shed on the
day before I was to leave for college.