Monday, August 31, 2009

That Stick!

Mom lured her home with it.
She got the stick as her prize.
Dancing and tossing her prize with glee!

She takes Mom the stick.
She taunts me with it.
Taking it away at the last second!

The stick is chewed and moist!
Mom throws it past me.
It lays in the grass, waiting.

I chase her to the stick.
We struggle and fight.
It is mine and I laugh!

She wants it back.
I chew it in half.
THERE! It's yours.

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