I am looking at a picture,
It is of Noah’s ark.
I found it in my sister’s,
It was after dark.
The animals are coming,
Two by two by two.
The birds are flying also,
Into the ark too.
The water is a rising,
It’s coming up the shore.
I hope there’s room for all of them,
No time for them to explore.
The picture is framed so nicely,
It’s matted oh so well.
I have it hung above me,
And remember what befell.
She died alone at night,
She must have been so scared.
I should have been there for her,
But I was unaware.