Desperate Dogs Poem by Naveed Akram

My fixing of the grass is that of the gardener,
His stare has stayed like the monsters of the deep.
One encounters a little moon, a small spender
That calls himself a baby,
With the first safe lesson, and the source
Of the mathematics.
One zoo is that of a circle,
Man is an animal to be enjoyed.
Mathematicians are also men,
Of the highest nature
And care of the higher kind.
One animal fetches a ball,
This dog has befriended man
As a ball has been thrown and destroyed.
The ball is in despair for the dog.