The Little Puppy

One Sunday evening I went to a Sandy beach I found a little German shepherd puppy. which was tied to a branch of a beech. No one was near the black and tan guppy Made a continuous low whine after an hour Had a pair of wistful eyes and scowling face Became withdrawn after his boss had gone outer. Certainly his face looked like a grim case He was in a deep melancholy mood. His face was shrouded in agony. And he was in a state of depression too For him it was a day of gloomy and irony Finally, I helped him whole heartedly. Had he shown his feelings for me? Untied the knot and released him guardedly. He followed me like a little lamb in glee.