The Love Triangle: a Boy, His Dog, and a Ball

One day I discovered a love triangle going on in the yard, where I sit. A boy loved his red ball, so did his dog, and the balls love was split. Back and forth the ball went forever into play, never to quietly sit. Nowhere could it find the right place in which to ever fit. First to the boy, then the dog. It’s love kept it on track. The ball traveled with them everywhere, nothing did it lack. It’s life consisted of simple things, and following them around. The beach, and grassy park became their beloved friends in town. A few times it did escape, but was quickly caught and put back in play. But all in all, every thing was fine as it was sent, to and fro each day. Some times they would roll it. Sometimes they would bounce it. Sometimes it hit the roof. But it never failed to sparkle, no matter how much punishment it took. Once a storm came along, and they hugged it in the house that shook It was the courage of the little ball, which kept them safe, no doubt. When the rain went away, they went back to the sunshine to run about. Then the little boy went away, now the dog and the ball patiently wait each day. Someday, several little boys will come here again to play. It’s just like children to come along, you know they definitely will. But for now, I have a surprise, for I’ll be babysitting the boy down the hill.