The eyes spot some thing
And the chase began
What was thought easy
Wasn't as finished for just out of sight
As around in circles it had ran
Growling,
Snapping,
Tongue
Hanging out, dizzy was a word,
As it span to the right
To the left it ran,
If it  had fallen over it would
Rolled for a mile, this mad
little dog chasing something
That was its own **rear end.