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CWWC- #8!



Here is my eighth post for CWWC! I had a good time with this one! I used only 3 prompts, but I had fun with it! Here goes...

Chloe once was a sweet Maltese,
With sad little eyes, but joy underneath.
All the colors of her world,
Could be described, all in one little word.
They all appeared to be marbled of sorts,
Like jars on a wall, with their own little corks.
She sat by her owners side most of her days,
But when she didn't sit, she usually played.
But one such day came along,
She heard Marcile say, "Come on! Come on!"
She got in the car,
All ready to travel.
Then off they went, who knows how far?
She leaned over the edge of the window and breathed in deeply,
The air was fresher out here, it seemed.
And the sun shined brighter, then ever before.
It was a freeing feeling, she wanted much more.
They soon arrived at the park.
She got out, with a little bark.
She looked around, and from her point of view,
It just looked like a big yard of dew.
Not fazed one bit, she took off running.
She soon passed two girls funning.
They played in the sprinklers, with costumes of blue
With sparkles all around, they seemed to coo.
Chloe suddenly noticed the bird standing by,
She shot towards it, in very little time.
Yet the little bird had already taken flight.
Not discouraged, she continued to bark,
She had to make sure it didn't disembark!
She continued to run and hide through the day,
Until finally, it was time to go away.
The good little dog that she was,
She followed silently, without a fuss.
Not one little yelp would you hear out of her,
For she was a sweet little dog, with a big heart,
And with all her strength, she would do no harm.

-The end

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