Soaring Disc

Rays of sunshine
Beat on the tree
Sunlight weaves its way
Forming patterns on the grass

The largest sunlit patch
A tanning bed for the dog
His owner rests on the bench
Watching people enter the park

A yellow disc on his lap
Waiting for the perfect time
To engage the dog in fun
His eye catches her approach

Stepping from the bench
A whistle wakes the dog
With a flick of his wrist
The disc soars
The game has begun

Across the way, she enters
Her daily visit to pamper the garden
She kneels to tend newly grown weeds
A flash of fur catches her eye

Her gaze remains on the dog
Like a boomerang, he returns the disc
Excited, he’s ready to go again
Tongue out, eyes fixed, his bark – I’m ready

Weeding is paused
The garden is alive with activity
The dog show takes center stage
A fine tuned act between man and his dog

Eyes lock, deep brown meets dreamy hazel
The disc all but forgotten at his feet
A bark signals the game’s still on
Smiles exchanged, the disc returns to the air

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