Friday, October 25, 2013

The foggy fog and my Ball

Oh Ball.

In the foggy fog you bounce and fly
Off my person's foot and through the wet grass
Through the smelly mud.

I open my mouth to catch you in it.


Oh Ball.

I do not fetch, but I like to chase
You are hard to see in the foggy fog
But I am happy to chase you still.



Ojo comes
Bounding through the fog, running too fast
She sniffs at you, oh Ball
But leaves you for me.


You are mine.

In the foggy fog
I love you.

Oh Ball.

4 comments:

Molly The Wally said...

J that is just a pawsome ode to the ball. Bravo pal bravo. Have a fabulous Friday.
Best wishes Molly

Hailey and Zaphod and their Lady said...

Beautiful Ode to your ball. Phod who is a huge ball lover and Lee who only sometimes cares!

Susie and Sidebite said...

You gots a pure love for the Ball Jacobi, and a most wonderful area to chase it in!

The Mad Scots

Tweedles -- that's me said...

Oh such beautiful photos and what a wonderful story!
love
tweedles