Picnic Days

In the field, I see you,

hidden among tall grass.

Sunlight filters through the gaps.

On all fours, I prowl,

teeth bared in a grin,

anticipating the startled yelp.

You are clearer now,

lost to the world,

face lifted to the blue skies,

back cradled by the soil,

the wind brushing your skin.

A relaxed smile plays on your lips,

eyes closed in serenity.

I growl low in anticipation.

Then I leap!

the yelp,

the giggle,

the playful smack.

I collapse beside you,

a sweet ache in my arm,

Heart satisfied.