My Puppy Poetry

Beneath the Stars
Copyright by Tempe

.I came from a puppy mill.
.Where the food was few and the water was none.
.One by one it picked us off until came my time.
.I was the only one who reached the store.
.In ragged, weak bunches.

.I growl and bite at those who show the signs.
.The signs of buying us.
.For I'd rather die then give up my place here.
.Saving all those others who are sent on this journey.

.But, alas, I am finally dead.
.Now laying here beneath the stars.
.With others who know where our places truely are.



Fallen Star
Copyright by Tempe

[[Through the wired cage cieling
With the grass and grit beneath my paws
I see a falling star]]

{{So free, off the leash, and happy
If only I could be that way}}

||But give up my place here?
I'd rather stay||

\\For if I leave there will be a spot
For the next puppy dog from those halls
In this pet shop in the mall//




Ghost
Copyright by Tempe
::Where you are I will follow::
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::Guiding you in harmony::
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::For my pawsteps::
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::Light and hollow::
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::There you will find me::



Flutterby
Copyright by Tempe (and quite unfinished, actually)




^Follow the path of those before you^
^Where many a number have died^

<>Underneath the hanging vines^^