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low whine after an hour                         Had a pair of wistful eyes and scowling face                Became withdrawn after his boss had gone outer.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.

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