Dog
Avid
Collector
Preferred pastime
Herding tennis balls
And those who will throw them
In perpetual motion
A game that lasts from dawn till yawn
And in her dreams she chases them still
Feet and nose twitch as pursuit continues
Yet her addiction is an illusion
And her obsession wears false colours
Cavorting with a chimera
Luminous spheres of desire
There can be only one
No other will do
Balding, battered
Lacking bounce
One ball
Hers

Double etheree for Colleen’s poetry challenge