an online journal of student writing
By Mira L.
I run. He runs too. He runs into the pond
The muddy filthy pond. He doesnít care
(if its dirty he likes it)
His mind is lost in the clouds.
Now dad lets the others out while
We eat. They run. They bark. They chase
Each other. They smell the food; hamburgers
And hotdogs, corn and watermelon. They
Try to get out to get to the food
On this summer night. They donít.
They canít. They give up and go run
Play, bark chase. They lay in the grass.
That golden dog, that brown dog, and
That white and gray dog. Theyíre happy.
Will they come out again? Yes, most
Likely. And they play, run, chase and
Yes, bark. It goes on, donít worry.