Laika In Sputnik

A Poem For Dog, Laika.

Turbulent Creek
1 min readSep 30, 2020
Photo by Alexei Scutari on Unsplash

She flew in space, in dark lonely void.

All alone, pleading others to join herself

On adventures, beyond the skies.

Lacking of air she cried, no higher, I am dying.

Oxygen was sparse, she begged for more.

No one heard her plea, as she died all alone.

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Turbulent Creek

A tiny waterway, sheltered in woods. Struggling to be an ocean. In the process, churning with thoughts.