Little Black Pup

Oh, look at how he pounces in the snow,
Of how he plays here, to and fro.
Look how he rolls around in dirt,
Jumps straight up and bounds to earth.
Chasing furry, fluffy tail
Around and round and sounds a yelp
And how he tumbles over grass
Playing fair for just the last.
He hasn't seen the living feed
Nor has he ever felt the need,
He only wishes here to play
For fun and funny early days.
Every little sense is new,
Every moment bides "Adieu"
He now only wishes joy,
In the present all are toys.
No one comes to pet his fur,
None are needed, he does prefer.
Only mother wolf and den,
Only little pup and pen.