(I'm not sure if this post is poetry or short story, but I wrote it in a poetical feel, but it doesn't quite meet all the requirements for being poetry. It's poetry to me. I could be wrong.)
In memory of my dear gerbils, Patch and Rhino, the second of which passed away just this weekend. It may not seem like much, but they were my first pets, and it's kind of shocking to realize that I was their whole life, even if they were there for only 5 years of mine. I remember being very excited to get the pair of them, and now they're resting in peace. Now there's a bare spot on my bookshelf where the cage used to be. This is the best I can do.