The lost puppies

..through the eyes of a child (for a contest)

The water in my eyes are drying

The scars are fading.

Green looks lovely

And the red is my brand new shoes.

The golden feathers are my little puppies

Stolen,

Not to walk with me on Sunday evenings.

Cookies are my favourite,

the colour of mud; my jolly ride.

My world is here,

in the shadow of white and blue house,

and the large courtyard in which I love to run.

Sadly, my puppies won’t follow me around.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

has anyone seen my puppies
they got lost, or someone took them
my puppies are made of love
i miss them
but they will love you anyway

[...]

. they will and they do ... i just know ... because you can paint a rainbow with your words ...