week 5 blog 1 part 2: Chapter 11 poem 20, The puppy in the box

Note: the picture is not mine, it was found on the internet. 

       

          This poem was inspired by the Puppy Super Bowl (the events in this poem did not actually happen to any of the puppies in the Puppy Super Bowl (that I am aware of). However, these events do happen to some puppies). This is for all the puppies/dogs in need of a home... The picture is not from the Puppy Super Bowl, but im using the photo to write the poem.

The puppy in the box

In the photo, there is a puppy

Sitting in empty box

Watching the people pass by

Looking for one to notice him

Hoping one of them will pick him up

Hoping one will take him home

He whimpers as the night falls

He lies down in the box

Trying to stay warm, trying to fight the cold

He hears a noise and stands on wobbly paws

He looks over the box, to see if anyone is there

“What did I do?” I cry to myself

I lay down and though

Of this past Christmas

I was a gift for a young child

I was ready to enter a new life

I was ready to be a friend

But now I’m right here

That kid did not want me

I was dropped off in this box

On a cold and wet sidewalk

Now I am still here,

I’m hungry, cold, and wet

All I had really wanted this Christmas

Was a child to play with

Some to teach me brand new tricks

Some one to tell me that I’m their friend

Some one to pet and love me

All I had really wanted, was a family

But Im still here, with out a home

Im still here without a family

My eyelids became droopy

I let out a yawn

I closed my eyes and began to dream

To dream of my own family