In the glen where the wildflowers sway,
A mischievous pup leads the way,
With a coat of gold and eyes so bright,
He bounds through the fields, a pure delight.
Chasing shadows on the emerald grass,
With each joyful bark, the moments pass—
His laughter paints the morning sky,
In a world where whimsy dares to fly.
Through tangled woods and streams that dance,
He nips at fate with a daring glance;
In his heart lies an ancient lore,
Of quests untold and tales of yore.
Yet in his chase is a gentle sigh,
For every sunset must say goodbye;
And though he runs with endless glee,
There’s a spark of wistfulness in his spree.
For beneath the moon’s silvery beam,
The night whispers softly of an unchained dream—
Where dogs and starlight twirl and play,
In adventures that never fade away.
So come dear friend, with your heart unshackled;
Join this journey where joy never crackles—
With laughter as our ceaseless guide,
We’ll chase down our whims—oh what joy resides!
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 