My Lamb

A flash of white catches my eye;
a tongue plants itself on my face.
I know who it is--
Brooklyn, that's for sure,
my beautiful lamb
waiting at my door.
"Come play with me!" she yells,
"Come on, let's go!
I can’t wait forever, you know."
With a prance and a skip,
we're on an adventure
running past rivers
and hopping past lakes,
that's me and my lamb.