(A sonnet)
Blackie was a little puppy dog
He came into my life when I was ten
He was small but heavy as a log
For want of a name, we called him Blackie then
Blackie was so playful yet endearing
He'd steal my sock and take away my shoe
Up and down the house he'd go a-hunting
It seems there's nothing Blackie wouldn't chew
One day we had to pack our things and move
To a shophouse in another town
A pet dog the landlord would not approve
"No Blackie!" said my father with a frown
Oh how my heart broke on that tearful day
To see my beloved Blackie given away.
"The day I lost Blackie"
by Harold B Huang
Wed 27Apr22 2321 hrs GMT+8
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Day 27 : "lost/found"
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