The Puppy Cry

I rush downstairs, my heart is light,  

A puppy's cry, it filled the night.  

My feet fly fast, my hopes are high,  

To see a wagging tail nearby.  

But as I near, my joy deflates,  

No puppy waits, no furry face.  

Instead, my mom is singing loud,  

"The lion sleeps," she sings so proud.  

I pause and stare, my smile is gone,  

I miss the sound I thought upon.  

No little dog, no yips, no barks,  

Just mom, with songs that miss the mark.  

I sigh and laugh, but deep inside,  

I still wish for a puppy’s cry.