My Name is Spyro
I got very scared and ran until I was lost. I didn’t know which way to turn and couldn’t find my way home.
I wandered the streets, but found everywhere different. I climbed fences, scaled walls and ran up the tallest tree. Home was nowhere in sight.
The gritty tarmac hurt my paws. Terror-struck, I ran across a fast road, hoping to find home. The sun came and went many times before a lady gave me some food and asked me inside. I stay with her now, but she doesn’t know my name is Spyro.
I miss my own home.