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:
Pawsome poetry there. An ode to the ball. Have a marvellous Monday.
best wishes Molly
Cobi, this brings a water to my eye. Oh the mysteries of Ball. What a beautiful poetry!
Love,
Reuben
Ohhh how sweet a tribute to your ball.
I love this so much!
love
tweedles
Very nice!
Benny & Lily
Great poem!
Nubbin wiggles,
Oskar
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