"The Stick Trick" (by Kim Hall-Downs)

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Oh, make it fly for me again!

Divine one, you are magical.
You conjure miracles,
Bestow life to a stick.

It leaps from your hand
And soars like the sea gulls.
(They who also tease,
and lure me into the water.)

I watch the stick fly.
I know its game well.
It plunges into the water.
I swim fast to where it dived.

It leaps to let me see it,
Drops again to laze on the surface.
It swims poorly.
I catch it in my mouth, but it is dead.
You have removed your spell.

I pull strong for the shore,
Bite hard on the stick.
I chew it in twain,
Gnaw a splintered remnant.

Even THIS will dance in your hand.
My paws, they touch sand.
Breathless, I run to see your miracle again.

Now! Please! Here! Here it is.
Yes! See it transformed when you touch it.
My spirit soars!

Divine one, you conjure miracles.
Oh, make it fly for me again!

   ---(Kim Hall-Downs)---