The Little Pup

On the red roofs, We heard pattering hooves. When we looked up, We saw a little pup. It was so cute, No matter how we became mute. Its tiny nose, Was as red as a rose. It stared at us with its black eyes, Which looked as cool as ice. Then it looked at me and with one huge jump, On my hands it landed with a bump. It was so small, It loved to play with a ball. Then it licked my face, And pulled my shoelace. Then I went in and got some milk, And a small shirt made of silk. We became the best of friends, And this is how my poem ends.