She’s the bolting kind
She runs away every chance she gets
Begs me to chase her like we’re little kids
So I do
I try to catch her and lose each time
She’s too fast
She outpaces my stride
With the others, she loves to collide
I stop to pick her up, and her and him, too
They run together and then disappear
What do I do?
Confusion set in
Which way do I go?
Where do I even begin?
On this cat and mouse chase
That I’ll never win
Sometimes, she plays tricks on me
She hides somewhere I can’t find
I don’t bother searching
With this clarity, I bide
It doesn’t last for long
Before she’s back again
And the chase continues
Between me and my lifelong friend. ~Rebecca