The little dog was shaking. It was their time to be fed, was it not?
They shambled over to the window, and looked up to the skies.
The sun was setting fast, as if time flies.
A little heartbreaking. The sad little dog, lost in thought.
Sat in their bed, as a complete loner.
He began to ponder; "Where is my owner?.."

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The master walked in, late. Behind him, was a strange girl.
"Yes!" the dog thought, as they jumped up with good mood.
As came the time for food.
But the man only saw his date, absorbed by her gleaming pearl.
In a rush, he swiftly took her to bed.
As the shaky little dog, remained un-fed.