Good-Bye Strider

[SuperGuppyGirl]

My poor little Stridey-man, you passed away,

I went camping, while you pined all day,

I returned to find you had gone,

Not a mark on you to say what went wrong,

Your water was clean, the temperature safe,

So I know you weren't poisoned or baked,

All I can think is that you were mad,

And left me knowing I would be sad,

I miss you, my playful lil guy,

Why oh why did you die?