The pitter-patter echoes through the hall
And infant laughter rings both loud and high.
A figure rushes ‘round, so fast and small,
To find the dog who watches all go by.
The child sees the dog alone and smiles bright.
The dog perks up and straightens out, prepared.
A tiny hand moves out to pet so light
And touches paws of fur, so soon ensnared.
But then the paws are gone and running far,
The small one quick to follow friend and squeal.
The pitter-patter’s back in beats bizarre
As two li’l shapes engage in race surreal.
They run until their energy’s released,
And then they nap as one and dream in peace.