Poem: The Thoughts of a Friend.

Running

Grass becomes fields becomes streets

Feet slow

Cars Cars Cars

Chase

Bound by neck but chase the same

Happiness

Smells fill the air

Acrid, sweet

Padding feet

Wolf down forgotten chip

See the catcatcatcatcat

Bark

Gone

Tail wags powered by joy

Home

Treats and a hand

Pat pat pat

Fuss fuss fuss

Wag wag wag

Bliss.