11th

It was a good day

For a single father.

He woke up at the early morning

His breakfast

Made up for expired milk

and stink oatmeal

Barely, just full

of his mouth.

Then he brought

The glue

Stack of notice

in a missing-persons

of his daughter

Searching column

and corner to paste.

It was a good day

To bring the birthday cherry cake

For his missing daughter

He walked along with

The man walking the dogs

He was wondering

If any dogs with

Good sense of smell

had eaten the girl’s leg?

or the mice might

look at her fiercely;

As they are menacing?

It was a good cake

Waiting for a gone girl

The topper of her cake remarked

“Dear Amy, Happy 11th birthday”

He was yelling;

Howling to the paddy wagon

When the cops

And the good citizens in town

Got used to his crying.

There was a deaf girl

Playing with her bunny

In her garden

Only friend that could listen

To her;

It is a good, wonderful day

For him, to take her

To his daughter birthday party

While the bunny was being abduct

Loyal as it is,

Kept silent.