There it is still taunting me
Out the side of my eye I see
But I can wait patiently
Until the moment is right
The battle has spanned many years
My adversary still appears
Offering its goads and jeers
Spoiling for a fight
I see it there hovering still
Trying hard to break my will
The thought of chase still gives a thrill
So I make my move and strike
And as I lunge it knows my thought
And dashes off to not get caught
The chase becoming my new sport
A game I’ve grown to like
As I keep on in close pursuit
Determination taken root
I hope my hunt will bare some fruit
This time I will not fail
And observing this dramatic slog
The owner gives his partner a jog
And smiles as they both watch their dog
Continue to chase its tail
Classic, really a great poem....cleverly written and composed. You're a fine writer best wishes Jon
Wow. What an awesome poem. Very well worded! Good job- ~A Little Blue Bird~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This made me smile. I really didn't see the ending coming at all. well written.