WALKIES

                    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.

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