They called her the wise one,
the gentle one,
the golden girl
They would gently whisk their
fingers through her fur
She was the old queen of the
neighborhood who everyone
knew and loved
She was the ruler of all wind
But one day she asked the wind
to take her away
And it did
She was my dog, my big sister
Luna
By: Victoria Reynolds
Editor: Ms. Martin
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