Happy and vivaciousmy little bundle of joy
as he runs around the yard
chewing up a little fluffy toy
But then he finds something a little more exciting
it's yellow, round and small
yes! it's that bloody tennis ball!
As he runs up with the tennis ball
he drops it at my feet
i throw the ball for him and try to have him beat
But Karma dog's to quick for me
as he leaps HIGH up in the air
and lands sturdy on his feet again
waiting for another dare
I throw the ball again for him
but this time all has been done
it's dissapeared amongst some part of the yard
and that's the end of all our fun
Not to worry... thinks little Karma dog
heading off toward the south
and comes running back with a smile on his dial
with a football hanging out of his mouth
Oh darn it! i think
not another ball
does this dog ever stop
he has more energy than any of us at all
Then finally...
i've worn him out
he has a drink of water
finds a spot amongst the grass
slowly closing his eyes and falling asleep
i've tired him out at last
Dedicated to my beautiful dog
KARMA
i love you
age 17
written 26/08/97
6 comments:
Liked the picture and the poem.
John Salmo
So cute, the poem and the picture, loved it.
Michelle Mead
Your Karma Dog sounds marvelous. Dogs can truly teach us how to live!
Mr Ed
At last I've tired him out, lolol, it looks like the turkey is tiring him out by chasing him.... Both pic and poem are fun fun fun....
Andy Turner
Great peice of work ... nice and fun poetry.
Harold Nash
Usually its me who is curled up in the grass, and Rufuz is still growling and such to get me up to play...thanks for the grins here...Ed & Rufuz (w00f)
Ed Matlack
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