My Dog Ruff

"By the stream and o'er the mean. Gave thee clothing of delight" William Blake

Along a sprinkle of stream ran a rummaging ruff of mutt
With furry paws and leaps and twirls of wonder and glee

He minded himself less carefully in the drops of rain that fell occasionally
With turns and spins of flying furs and shiny teeth
He whirled across a hazy field in madness
Only for what he would steal  
A ball, a bone, or a baby's ice cream cone
 
Around him, behind and beside him
flowed the footsteps, horse hooves, and goose honks
None seeing the wildly free ruff once beaten, once abandoned,
full of flair, and fully free in the air in the Bronx