Dogbee

I am not earthbound;
I am free.
The laws of the ground
don’t pull me.
I choose to chase flight:
step, paw, alight.

The disk sputters round
Focus sharp, see.
I track until found --
it, me, we.

Together come down,
join to ground
Its spin now my sound,
sky unwound.

Joined suddenly we
momentarily.
It again flung free
before me.