She moves like morning on the grass,A streak of grace you watch go past.The world around her seems to slow,As if it waits for her to show. A little frame with eyes so wide,She walks with wonder at her side.She greets the day, she meets the air—Like every breeze is hers to share. Her monkey […]
She’s young and wild, a furry spark,The queen of chase at Inwood Park.With legs like springs and eyes that gleam,She’s every squirrel’s flying-dog dream. A brown-white flash, a comic blur,You shout “Go fetch!”—you answer her.She doesn’t wait, she teleports—Defies all common doggy sports! The ball takes off—she’s gone before,She skids and slides, but wants it
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