I've been hurt,
I cant Denny.
It's all because,
that damn canine.

I seen a black dog,
I call him spike.
He ran to me,
and picked up my kite.

I patted his head,
but he didn't like that.
he began to growl,
but it was because of a cat.

He took off,
digging with each paw.
When he would run,
you could see his claws.

The cat hissed,
the dog would growl.
Then spike stopped,
and gave out a long howl.

Spike fell,
and could not get up.
Just as if,
he was a young pup.

I ran to him,
he began to cry.
I began to think,
that he might die.

My parents seen me,
but I stood there,
watching the dog.
because my parents wouldn't care.

I rushed home,
and I was about to go outside,
when my father said,
"You cant hide!"

My father grabbed his belt,
and whipped my butt.
I cried,
because of the cuts.

I sat there crying,
I didn't mean to cry.
My parents left that dog,
out they're to die.

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I wrote this poem when i was about,....... Well, I was young!... But you can tell...