Run you love thing

under the live oak where you stand,

i throw a stick and then you fly away.

you held it tight,

almost as if you taunted me.

"you.. you couldn't catch me if you tried to!"

under the live oak there you stand,

lowered your level posture so i would join you.

i couldn't catch you if i tried.

run; do not think.

evening pressing sunset oak leaves.

run, you love thing.

love thing.