The dog in the park By Ann Wood
One day, I was walking in the park, and a dog came to me.I bent down and stroked him, and he licked my hand in gratitude.
After a while, a young man overtook him and apologized for not seeing when his dog untied his leash.
I smiled and told him that nothing terrible had happened.
We talked and went for a walk with the dog, and he was so happy and jumped around us.
Suddenly the dog started digging and took out an old bone, and we laughed at the dog's game.
After a while, I wished the young man a good day and left, but the dog had other plans and left after me.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2022-05-11 at 00:29
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