My sister’s dog, Lily, loves chasing balls. During a recent visit to my sister’s, Lily’s joy and exuberance were on full display as she and my brother-in-law played ball.
Black fur blurs,
a rocket zooming across the lawn.
She leaps, her quarry captured,
then tumbles to the ground.
Sphinx-like, she waits,
guarding her ball on the sun-dappled grass,
ever eager for the next round of fetch.
© Catherine Flynn, 2016
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Charlie, my dog, loves to play ball. It’s his form of interaction. Anyone who comes over is fair game for a few rounds. Sphinx-like describes your photo. Fun poem.
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This is such a fun poem, Catherine. You’ve captured the moment so well with your words and accompanying photo.
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Lily is positively beaming in that picture! And you’ve captured her enthusiasm in your poem. Thank you, Catherine. xo
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Such a great word picture and a treat of a dog photo, too. Yay!
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I always wonder at the “guarding” of the ball. You’ve shown this time well, Catherine. Dogs’ exuberance makes me smile. Love the picture, too.
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Ah, dogs and fetch. I miss having a dog. Their exuberance is contagious! S
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I loved reading your poem side by side with Linda’s, especially with my Sophie curled up by my feet.
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You’ve captured the dog-joy in your words and your picture!
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She is such a happy and exuberant dog! I love this poem.
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