Poetry

Frolic

Katie Thomas

A mound of fur,tongues, tails, clumsy paws,and deep brown eyes,laughing with theecstasy of play

The heap seems its own creature,without distinction betweenseparate bodies

Teeth nip, paws bat,tongues kiss, tails flashfrom side to side,a blur of pure happiness

With playful growls andtackles and pounces,with not one care or worry,the play of puppies isbeautiful to behold

Frolic Katie Thomas
Katie Thomas, 12
Standish, Maine

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