My Puppy

The black and brown fur,
Going through my fingers.
This moment one minute more,
I will make it linger.

He runs around the yard,
Digging up the flowers,
And chasing insects.
Never once would he cower.

Now he lays on my bed,
Swaying his black tail.
Tongue sticking out,
Waiting for my yell.

This little puppy,
Is my dog dream,
But will it ever come,
Or will it never be.