At the Park

She sat up, bounding,
After some small thing,
I came calling, but she
Ran too well.

Perspiring,
I ran after, deciding,
She was fast, quickly rounding,
And realized how sweet
A dog I had, then laughing.

But poor small thing, bleeding,
And my sweetheart, eating,
And me giggling, elating,
But how sad
For the small thing, beyond saving.