The Little Thunder

I saw a streak of living flame, with no regard for rule or name; It tumbled through the morning grass, as if the sun had come to pass. Its paws struck earth in tiny drums, like thunder where the daylight hums; The wind bent low to kiss its ear, the sky leaned down to watch it near. It charged at leaves, then spun away, a knight without a war to play; Its tail a banner, bright and free, declaring joy for all to see. And when it stopped, and caught my gaze, all breath was gone, all time erased; No crown, no sword, no sky above just two small eyes, and endless love.