Feeling of a bouncing Corgi
All is quiet this night where turkey finds new peace and tinsel announces a kiss,
A bit of this chit chat
A bit of that
when there comes the pounce of the welsh corgi...
Radar, his name and title for that of which he seeks
Bouncing high until he no longer is conectted to earth,
his hind feet
It is quiet again,
Radar though, still peering with intent
and waiting full spring to bounce once more
to find an answer he seeks.
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