give me a poetry story
Answer (1)
LossJohn loved his dog but the food was expensive.John had to give his dog back to the pound.John missed her breath and her curly, brown ears.Walking alone now John looked around.Betsy, my pupру, where is your home now?Who is your master?Who pets your soft ears?The wind in the meadow did not answer John.But the wind felt his sadness. The wind dried his tears.
