Chase the ball,
it's flying through the trees,
still visible, a lime green orb flitting
through branches and leaves.
Run, it will soon fall to the ground,
almost impossible to find.
Run, chase the ball that is rising in
front of you, catch it before it
disappears, before it is lost.
Catch it with your bare hands, your teeth,
your tail wagging, your heart
beating, not knowing what to
do with it, with yourself
once you've caught the ball,
the stick, the job, the opportunity,
Life is too short to miss the ball.