My Toy Dog

In the obscure room lays a protective hound
With fur as soft as moths wings.
Worn, hard eyes and a squishy nose
With a roughened tag.

It chases away ghosts with its bold colours
Of brown, white and black.
Though the hound likes to chase a ball like a puppy,
It guards the other teddy’s like a pit bull.

It misses me every second that I’m out of its sight,
Calling my name like a puppy yelping in pain.
He misses the action, the games
Having fun.

If I ever lost him I would be hurt
It’s all I have to remember my dog Ziggy.
My dog that was sold,
My favourite pet.