Waiting early in the morning with ball in mouth,
Playing outside this is my house,
Digging holes and chasing inesects,
Burying bones; where nobody inspects.
Waiting all day for my best friend to come home,
It is getting boring playing with this ball alone.
My best friend comes home and makes some time for me,
He throws the ball higher than the trees!
I still manage to catch it jumping into the air,
Not even phased by the suns vicious glare.
My friend watches proudly as I win every match,
Our favourite sport is playing catch.
