How many thousand times I’ve had to stoop
To scoop up in a bag our doggies’ poop
As we progress along our daily walks
Observed from up above by squirrels and hawks.
But that’s the downside of what otherwise
Is my twice-daily chance to realize
How charming is this neighborhood with streets
Of brick, where neighbor with another greets,
Observing how the tabebuia’s blooms
Are beautiful, or how a shower looms,
The chit-chat that enlivens every day
Despite the fact we’ve nothing much to say.
But now it’s time to leash up for our first
Walk of the day, before two bladders burst.