Puppy

In the garden’s morning glow,
A fluffy pup with ears aglow,
His paws patter on the dew‑kissed grass,
A tiny heart that beats amuse.

He chases squirrels, his tail a flag,
Sniffs out each scent, a curious tag.
When rain taps soft upon the pane,
He curls beside the warming flame.

At night he dreams of bones and play,
Of rolling in the hay all day.
A loyal friend, with trusting eyes,
Our little pup—our warm surprise.