A poem about our lifelong connection to animals.
Throw and Chase
I keep tossing the red ball
into the tumbling waves,
and my dog retrieves
and his paws keep paddling
while it seems that time slows,
and we never seem to tire,
but keep our game going
in an endless succession
Throw and chase is our ritual,
a man-dog brotherhood,
our way of staying connected,
sharing the sun-splattered instant
when the morning feels fresh forever,
and the waves never cease
As the seasons pass,
we eventually grow old,
my dog will develop a bad hip
I will inherit my mother’s cataracts
and my eyes too blurry
to play in the bright sunshine
on the damp sands of the beach
We will become two aging comrades
who prefer the quiet of a living room
I will lean back in my lounger,
my dog curled up by my feet
on a throw…
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