my golden retriever Tawny
Wants to take the ball to the park
So we walk in the cold and rain
With the bright orange and blue ball
And the “chuck-it” stick.
But the grass is too high, unmown
And marshy, hard to walk on
Easy to lose your ball
Even bright orange and blue balls.
The basketball court is free!
I sit on a bench facing the concrete court
And fling it, straight forward, bouncing
Into the grass beyond.
A perfect throw, and Tawny ran
45° to the right. Wait, what? No. Yes.
Losing sight of the ball she begins to
Search, right then left, at increasing distances
At top clip, fast. Didn’t know she was that fast.
But she didn’t find the ball. Racing.
I got up and walked toward the ball.
She zigged and zagged and zigged again
I kept walking toward the visible ball
Then her zig brought her near
She turned her head
And snapped it up.
Tail wagging she came back with me
To the bench, where she refused to
Give it to me,