WRITERS' WINDOW

WRITERS' WINDOW

Wednesday 2 October 2013

My Dog | Henry McKenzie Harper

He is as black as
the night sky.

He smells like perfume.

He is as fast as a cheetah
and every time I eat meat
he eats it, not me.

He feels like
a kitten.

He runs most of the time.

He sounds like a horse.

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