A mound of fur,
tongues, tails, clumsy paws,
and deep brown eyes,
laughing with the
ecstasy of play
The heap seems its own creature,
without distinction between
separate bodies
Teeth nip, paws bat,
tongues kiss, tails flash
from side to side,
a blur of pure happiness
With playful growls and
tackles and pounces,
with not one care or worry,
the play of puppies is
beautiful to behold
Standish, Maine
