Stopping for a whiz on a snowy evening – January 15

1.15.2017 Stopping for a whiz on a snowy evening
Whose woods are these I think
I know,
the owner’s not looking
so I can go
My masters brought a plastic
bag
I drop my tail and give
a wag
I let my haunches spread an
squat
and through the air
I send a plop.
The only sound’s the
soften drop of
bottom’s feed
into the spot
the woods are
lovely dark and deep
but I have home to
go and sleep
to spread my paws
upon the rug
and dream of days
and nights
so snug.
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with many apologies to Robert Frost

 

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