Pouncing, laughing, find something to throw,
I don’t care, I want to run,
I’ll fetch it, bring it, throw it again,
This knotted rag is such fun!
Rushing, catching, tossing around,
Soft on my mouth and old teeth,
Chewing, gnawing, making it damp,
As I hold it between my feet.
Tired, panting, needing rest,
I walk slowly by your side,
A drink, some food, a quiet corner,
Warmth, a peaceful place to hide
Out of the way of careless folk,
Lying beneath this old chair,
Dozing, slipping into the Land of Nodd,
You’d never know I was there.