The journey of the yellow puffle!

I was walking in the park,

When I heard something bark.

I looked what it was,

And that was, because

The barking was sounding lonely.

It had itself only.

It was a small ball of fur,

It did: ''Purr''

It had no paws,

And no claws.

Just two eyes and a mouth,

But, it didn't shout.

I couldn't see what colour it had,

It was blue, pink, yellow, brown, or red.

Or was it purple, orange, green, white, or black?

It was lying in a sack.

It was covered with mud,

It looked like a flower bud.

But then it was blooming,

And not zooming.

I washed it and I brushed it,

I cleaned every little bit.

He had the colour yellow,

He yelled: ''Oww! Owww!''

Then I saw he was sad,

I had put him in a bed,

It didn't help,

He was just a small, sad whelp.

He was just alone,

So I let him bite on a bone.

He wanted to have a friend,

And this is not the end!