08.March.25

Park sans squirrels? Alas, not quite the same.

So, pup played as gozzard a newest game

That turned into quite the ruckus to bear—

With honks and feathers flurried everywhere.

Fluff-tails never dared return chase with bite;

Feathered fiends, though, were all too bent for fight.

Now, dog, too dazed by day gaggled with dread,

Thinks walks are for the birds—dogs for the bed. ; )