Lola

As she runs, her silent feet clutch the floor
Lean legs power her forward
A pink tongue lolls lazily on her jaw
Her velvet ears trail behind her

Her eyes tighten with mindedness
By they'll never elude their playful sparkle
She is a picture of robustness
Her face one of rascality

As she turns the corner, her paws clamber
She tilts her torso to the ground
And in a signature puppy like scramble,
Manages to scuttle around

She centralises on her target once again;
A small orb in the corner
Then she turns her pilose head
And dashes back with the ball!