A streak of black, a stripe of brown,Low to the earth yet queen of the town.Freeda the dachshund, tiny but bold,With eyes full of mischief and courage untold. Her ears flop wide when the ball appears,A signal of joy, of wiggling cheers.She trembles with focus, tail like a drum—Throw it once, and watch her run. … Continue reading Poem: Freeda, the Ball-Obsessed