He saw a sweet little creature,

Hiding under a bush on the way home,

As he went nearby, wagged it’s tail,

And sniffed him with it’s wet nose.

The red ribbon around it’s neck,

Indicated the pet’s owner as a kid,

The worn out pet was weak,

And hungry that touched his cord.

Went back home to pick a bag,

As it was very dirty and strange,

His eyes searched for it eagerly,

To give a home and save it.

It was there just where he left,

Poor thing was it, an innocent puppy,

Thought of giving him a bath,

But gave a bowl of milk, the elixir for him.

Kavitha Patchamalai


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