Our Pet Max
by Jason Moys (age 13)
We welcomed a puppy
Who’s eight years old.
Max is cute and happy,
Smart, friendly, and bold.
Max wakes up at sunrise
Not making a peep.
Respect in his black eyes,
He’s letting us sleep.
Just plain human food
Our pet likes to eat.
It tastes so good:
Cheese, carrots, and meat.
We take Max for walks
That he likes very much.
He runs, saunters, hops,
Chases squirrels and such.
Our Max is a treasure,
The sweet gift from God.
The words cannot measure
How we feel blessed and awed!
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