My dog chases a ball
to give him a reason to run;
I chase meaning
because it gives me a reason.
He also likes to bury his bones in the backyard
to hide them from other dogs.
I flaunt mine; it’s my only risky behavior,
other than that,
I’m just a steady grave covered in daisies.
We all do what we can to want to survive;
for my dog,
it’s all about performing that perfect high five.