The day was hot one summer morn,
Not even shade was cool.
I looked out from conditioned room,
I thought those outside the fool.
I planned my day to stay inside,
This wasn’t allowed to be.
My collar linked to person side,
I was dragged out for all to see.
With panting breath and aching paws,
We followed our daily trail.
I slowed to walk, the heat the cause,
My heart was soon to fail.
Wait! There’s hope just up ahead,
Some ice thrown carelessly round,
If not this then I am dead,
There’s no moving this cooled down hound.
This is the Centus prompt graphic.
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