Small black and white cloud, speeding across my yard,
Running around joyously, living life in the moment.
Little black and white cloud stops only at the water,
To slip its little pink tongue into its purple bowl of cool.

Black and white running in circles all around me,
Making my cheeks rise and hurt from smiling so hard.
Ecstatic noises in short bursts of sound make me run, too,
With the sight of black and white waving to and fro.

Little black and white cloud, when you are still,
My heart melts and sheds my weary days,
Though a good six years have passed between us,
You are still my little black and white puppy.