Smile
He isn't on the leash
And there is
A bird
Within reach.
He gives chase,
Ignoring his own pursuers,
Until the bird
Takes flight.
By then, he is
Among a group of ducks
And gives chase again,
Across the golf course
And down to the water.
Out of things to chase,
He sits, looks back
And smiles mischievously.
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