I asked my dad
everytime,
Where are you going?
He answered back,
that's for me to know.
One time he came back,
I heard a noise,
like rain on concrete
or tapping on toys.
The cutest thing popped
out of the box.
A puppy, black
as a raven's wing.
A puppy
that is my friend,
to keep me upwhen I am down.
© Ron Ladouceur,
Grade Six, Weinlos School, Edmonton, AB