Friday, April 12, 2013

A Pack of Two

Where I go
Whitey dashes
through the brush.
Hairy four pawed
laughter barks and jumps.
We roll down the hill.

Bobbing up and down
through tall grasses
she charges, grabs my foot.
I'm a toy, a friend.
I wrench free.

Fun touched
in sun washed fields,
we run furry, barking,
howling, yelping,
laughing we play.