Dear Tennis Ball

This is an poem to my tennis ball:

Dear Tennis Ball I love you so much, I love the excitment of the chase as I run through the grass to catch you. When I finally catch up to you the feel of the soft squishy green fabric between my teeth sends me to a soft warm place that I would love to stay in forever. Sometimes if I squeeze you hard enough you squeak, I love the way you are Tennis Ball and I would never change you.