The Playful Puppy

Running around, a blur of brown, On grassy green, all over town! Well, not a town, but backyard bright, bathed in sunshine, pure delight!

Here comes the Puppy, small and bold, With wagging tail, a story told. And bouncing there, a cheerful sight, A bright red Ball, so round and tight!

He leaps and pounces, full of glee, The Ball rolls fast, "Catch me!" says he. The Puppy barks, a happy sound, Across the lawn, he's homeward bound.

He spins around, a dizzy dance, A funny sight, a fleeting glance! His nose gets tickled, by the grass, "Achoo!" he sneezes, as they pass.

He chases then, with happy bark, His own tail now, a silly lark! Around and round, he twists and bends, This playful game, it never ends!

He tumbles down, a furry heap, Exhausted now, but secrets keep. The Ball sits close, a faithful friend, Their happy playtime, knows no end.

A happy little Puppy, tired and true, Dreaming of games, and skies so blue. Content and cozy, in the sun's warm grace, A perfect day, in his happy place.