My dog Archer

A black dog runs through the field, With joy in his heart, no shield. Chasing the sun, he jumps with glee, His laughter rings wild, oh so free.

In the tall grass, he rolls around, His wagging tail makes a happy sound. With a bark and a leap, he takes flight, Under the stars, he dances at night.

he howls to the moon, A playful spirit, a merry tune. Every step, a story unfolds, In his world, adventure never grows old.

Through the trees, he dashes and plays, In the golden light of summer days. With a friend by his side, laughter flows, A bond so true, everyone knows.