The dogs are missing.
You know where they are?
With Chloe so old,
they can’t be too far.
Perhaps they went out
for a little walk,
a lil adventure
to see and to gawk.
Perhaps some one nice
took them in last night,
to keep them warm and
to settle their fright.
All I know is that
I hope they come home
and make a happy
ending for this poem.
