Frisbee Dogs: Joy in Flight

They leap like rockets, paws on fire. Chasing dreams through the field of

desire. Tailspin tornado, airborne so free. A dog and a disc,

that's all they need to be. Frisbee dogs Flying high. Touching the clouds.

Kissing the sky. Round and round. They never stop. Frisbee dogs. On the mountaintop.

Wind in their fur, sun in their eyes. Their boundless joy,

no disguise. A simple toss, a boundless spring. Gravity bows to the joy

they bring. Who's the master? Who's the pet? The line's a blur.

No regrets. Frisbee dogs. Flying high. Touching the clouds. Kissing the sky.