Monday, May 20, 2013

Ball

When the people throw you
You fly through the air
With noise like a whistle.

I give chase
But I do not bring you back.

Instead you lie
Sleeping
In the green grass
Waiting for my person to come pick you up.

And then you fly again
Free like a bird
And I give chase
Until you come to nestle amongst the flowers once more.

5 comments:

Molly The Wally said...

Pawsome poetry there. An ode to the ball. Have a marvellous Monday.
best wishes Molly

Reuben said...

Cobi, this brings a water to my eye. Oh the mysteries of Ball. What a beautiful poetry!

Love,
Reuben

Tweedles -- that's me said...

Ohhh how sweet a tribute to your ball.

I love this so much!
love
tweedles

Two French Bulldogs said...

Very nice!
Benny & Lily

Oskar said...

Great poem!

Nubbin wiggles,
Oskar