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I threw a bouncing ball today
for dog that chases all,
to fetch again in playful way.
Catch, carry, let if fall.

There shone in dog a darting light,
a pleasure in his sport,
between his teeth, within his sight,
as, snapping, ball he caught.

The timing of each buzzing leap.
Coordinated joy.
No jump could ever be too steep
for hound that plays as boy.

And in the flex and spring in him
true physique is laid bare
with spirit sung right out in hymn
his whole life hangs right there.