Little Puppy With A Prayer

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I am the little puppy with a prayer,

That’s what been told by my mother,

Though with time I feel more in danger,

Nonetheless I can try to be braver.

I walk to an iron body so tall,

 Touching the big sky of fall,

I ask him “Have you seen my mother?

I am the lost puppy with a prayer.”

The tower stands there still,

I feel he is a little bit ill.

I march slowly sniffing to another,

Wearing green dress like my mom’s master,

I ask “Have you seen my mother,

I am the lost puppy with a prayer.”

The pale face turns red and sneezes away,

I guess it’s just not my day.

There is some music that I like,

I run there with much delight,

I see something like my master’s daughter,

Before I ask “Have you seen my mother?

I’m the lost puppy with a prayer.”

It bends down, hauls me with big shoulders.

I see big teeth flashing inside pink paint,

Is this the monster mother was talking then?

Now I am too scared of monster so insane,

I shine my own teeth and sink it to the white skin,

Blood comes from there and a shriek rings in,

I fall on my butt and there it does pain.

Now I see large boots running towards,

 as big as me, my sisters and brothers,

More eyes turn toward me growing bigger,

I smile at them though they smell of anger,

Still I just ask, “Have you seen my mother?

I am the lost little puppy with a prayer.”