of vigor and romp
shadow me all through the day.
Nonstop bursts of squeals and snarls
ferocious yet mockingly staid.
These battles have happened
hundreds of times
a bite, a nip, or a snap.
Pushing and moving their bodies around
king of the mountain
in dad-persons lap.
when blood will be drawn
no mercy, no give and no quarter.
Only smiles, laughter and love will prevail
as the dingos establish world order.
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