Pups at Play

Along the river bank did I not spot any of the mischievious hares

But still something lay

Something still, fuzzy, and small

Not there the other day

I approached against cautious heed because of great curious need

To identify whatever might be this furry breed

Upon closer inspection with my own nose detection

I had discovered we both had a similar connection

Four tiny paws and a wet nose

Lack of cotton ball but full long, bushy tail

Startled by my sniff the little pup jumped and gave a yip

Then a short startled growl

I was ready to flee before he realized it was me

And dropped with his bum in the air

And wagging his tail with glee

Now that this pup has had some rest

I got the impression he was ready to play at his best

Fortunately that is what I had been searching for all day

All that was left was who would lead the way

Romping and rolling around each other

Breaking into chase

Delightful haste amongst the greens below the towering forest trees

Just two careless pups playing wild and free