Brown puppy

used to write poetry on hidden
It was my shelter from the rain
My favorite pup
That comforted me on sad days


Now I am taking my puppy for a walk
Some people like it
Some do not

All of a sudden I have thoughts
For my puppy
What if it is barking all the time
What if it is too loud
What if it is too brown

These thoughts weren't there
When I was writing on my own
I want my puppy back.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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