A poem on saving my cutie pet, my treasure with life.
One day I bought a pup and was very happy. It was beautiful and very cute. I had a great time with her and made it hear what I played on my flute. It barked and bounced around me. I caught it going around trees. Slowly and slowly it started coming close to my heart. I had liked it from the start, it’s tail was so bushy I rubbed it on my palms. I was really captivated by her dogly charms. When I would tell it to sit it would sit and when stand would stand. But one day it disappeared quizzically and I became sad totally. I went near the woods for a search. I went to take a look even inside the prohibited area of church. Then I found it hanging from a cliff on a tree. It was crying for the sake of being free. I jumped and bruised my knee. I could save it after a lot of effort and I cried in joy, thank you Almighty. But now my life was in danger because in these woods I was a complete stranger. My shirt got torn and I threw it away after bandaging little buttercup. Things started to be from now up. It was becoming difficult to hold on with the wind’s sway. I thought, oh, God it had been a heavily hectic day. I finally made it to a place of safety. I was thankful to God greatly. I had got the pup with great pain. It was my greasy gain.