The Perfect Friend

I sit next to the old church,
watching,waiting.
Ignoring all around me,
then,
I see my mum holding the cutest thing ever,
no it's too small!
It's my mum though so I run up.
Red as dusk and as soft as feathers,
his ears long and floppy calling me to touch.
His nose wet as a lake,
he has eyes big,brown and beautiful.
He is MY taste of the perfect friend,
my puppy Charlie.