The Chase
He sleeps.
All curled up in his little bed,
nose protected beneath the covers
and every once in awhile,
a bark
emerges shrill and calling out
as little feet start running in place.
Some phantom image,
a squirrel perhaps
disappearing ahead of him
as he pauses;
suddenly awake
exhausted from the quick chase.
He peers
trying to catch my eye
with a questioning look -
did you see it?
Almost caught one,
they were running in our yard.
I'll sleep now
until you're readyt
and we can chase some more.
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