The Puppy

by Johanna aged 12

The Puppy started to stare into my soul
As I drank out of bowl
As I sat down on the mat
He came running dying for a pat.
As he was running towards me a ray
Of smile sparked on his face making my day.
As he ran he fell into a hole
And then I heard a howl.

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