Thunderpaws

I am a dog of many names
but one that's apt of late
is 'Thunderpaws' that's come about
from changes to my gait

Let me explain, if you've a mo
you see, 'most every week
my humans both provide the chance
for freedom so to speak

For I should add I am a dog
who's not good in the street
but get me to an open field
and life for me is sweet

I ran and I ran

There was ice in my field
round the tree in the middle
most of it solid
but some of it brittle
But I didn’t mind ‘cos
the ground it was firm
so my paws found their grip
with less squither and squirm
And I ran and I ran
my ears all at random
exploring three acres
in sheer joy abandon

Day 30 – Jogs , this Joyous World

​steps, they whistle

in the morning’s birth

steps, they chisel

the Sun from my Earth

Almost there!

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I run, chased by a legion of devil horses

My destination, an elusive oasis

My breaths escape me and return

In hungry gulps, desperate impulse

My numb feet thunder on, stunted nurons

I lunge forward in a burst of speed

I hear them snorting and at my heels

Over impossibly high boulders

Nearly fell flat on my face

Almost there …

Circle.

Posted for Spandan

Running in circle
east to the west
seeking your soul
I follow your sound

Race through my heart

Slow and steady

One two, one two

A little faster now

One two, one two

One two, one two

And faster still

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