The little limps struggled,
to fetch a place under the shoes.
Whether he snuggled the comfort,
that often offered by his siblings,
or did he expected a warm cuddling-
from his mother?
His shallow barks were swallowed,
may be he feared being noticed!
His fur were moving apart randomly,
but the wind blown gentle on him.
His eyes were scrolling around
to find a hand, able to pick him up.
Hoping is distress, he turned his back,
curl up himself into the hollow footwear.
Now his barks are barley heard,
but still be heard!