Puppy

by Elsie King aged 12

He runs around with his little legs,
Prancing around in the shards of grass,
His tiny ears flapping around,
His feet can’t keep up,
He face plants the ground!
The sun is shining through the window,
He falls asleep as soon as he can,
Brown and white,
He loves to dig,
He has a speckled nose,
He likes to lick!

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