Asking

I sit in front of you so small

a plaything I bring, even smaller

I wish for you to throw the thing;

than I, you are so much taller.

back to you the thing I'll bring

to be thrown, but even further.

I wait and wait and wait and wait

but by my side it stays for longer.

I chirp and shout and plea and moan

only your hand may not reach for me.

You smile, I stare. The time has come

the "big-guns" I'll point at thee.

I lean back, my paws shoot up.

the thing will soon be thrown.

I stretch and reach to ask once more

but do not take, for it is my own.