Simple Pleasures

A poem by Mala

Life is full of simple pleasures.
Running through long grass
With a stick in my mouth.
Rolling in deep, cold snow.
Catching snowballs tossed in the air.

Curling up on a soft bed 
By the fire on a winter's day.
Chewing the end of a bone, 
Until my sister steals it away,
And Mom hands me another.

Chasing a ball, and better yet, 
Catching i…