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A children's poem about a dog wanting to play ball |
A Dog’s Life I look at my human with great limpid eyes, while, furiously, and with rhythm, wag my tail, finally releasing a pathetic, whimpering whine, a ploy that usually works when all else fails. My dog-hood is embarrassed and humiliated, but he finally pets me and asks me what is wrong, as if I can speak his language and answer him, I exhale, so he smells my breath which is quite strong He recoils and inside I laugh my doggy laugh, while I run and fetch my favorite ball, with sufficient slobber, I drop it at his feet, he knows what I want but is going to stall. He croons to me as if I am an imbecile, while making excuses to not take me outside, sighing, he snaps on my leash and heads out the door, soon he begins sniveling as a I lengthen my stride. Struggling to get my human-slug to move faster, I turn and show him my pearly whites in a smile, nonplussed, he begins white-knuckling the leash, as I drag him, making him pant, for nearly a mile. Happily for me, tiring for him, we reach the dog park, my entire body wags as I think, “Let’s play ball, let’s play ball”, with limp wrist he tosses my beloved ball close-by, then heads for a bench upon which his tired body falls. Being patient, I wait until his head and jaw drop, thinking, “I’m free at last!”, I run to smell other dogs, in a meet and greet using our superior noses, we smell each others’ behinds during a slow jog. As he begins to stir, I run and sit by his feet, now awake he looks at me with love and joy, then he throws my ball far out into the park, “Thanks for watching me; you’re such a good boy!” |