The breeze knocking the wind out of us
Just not now it’s listless calm all around
Head down to the ground, our dog enjoying
Through snow of blades of grass scents
Of others , those pesky canines determined
To mark their snow covered white grounds
For mixed mongrels and French poodles & hounds
He sees no bounds , the job must be done,
Borders secured, no doubts abour what dog
Commands this ground! Small,strong, pound
For pound our dog is a compact fighting and
Barking machine, no mail delivery person
Should dare to cross his ground, he is so sound
He does not ever on walks like this mess around!
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