My running shoes on wooden planks

Puppy paws trotting

Like we’re climbing the ranks

For all the water there’s simply not enough tanks

Diving boards, wetsuits, tennis balls

The water calls

From down below – or up high?

Depends on where you stand

Run and take a plunge

Fly momentarily till gravity wins

It’s grand

Then use your fins

Maybe diving’s as close as we get to flying

My pup loves it – from the shore, from the pier, from the floating dock

It’s clear it’s pure joy

The water’s our toy