Puppy
By Samantha D
Published 14 September 2015
He sits on my shelf,
All day,
All night,
Awaiting to be played with,
Although his time was long gone.
He still sits there staring blankly at me.
Why does he sit there?
Why not give up?
Why not leave?
He is my friend.
He looks after me.
From beginning to end,
he sticks with me.