My Dream
To run around a tree
Be free and be me
Sat down
On the ground
Took a break
That was a mistake
A dog started chasing me
It looked really scary
I ran to the park
Where there were more dogs that began to bark
I ran under the slide, over the seesaw, and through the swings
At that point, I had wished I had wings
I finally got home safe and sound
I looked up the stairs and frowned
My mom was there
She gave me this angry stare
I was so grounded
Something I hated
Just for going outside without permission
Isn't she glad I'm not bitten?
That was my dream
Getting chased by a dog was the theme.
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