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... for the times when life doesn't play ball |
Dog Days Cowering through dog days With tails hanging low Chasing cars in long plays … we wouldn't even know What to do with, should we catch them, Cars coveted that pass Counting chickens 'fore we hatch them Chasing tails through the grass With chocolate left on top shelves Out of reach, by family... friends Finding novel ways to harm ourselves … vetting others for the mend With messages delivered Strange people to the door Anticipation quivered Chewing letters up, and more With correspondence chomped on, and messages left mauled We wonder where the love's gone Waiting to be called Left out in the garden Life's mindless game of fetch Begging for a pardon Such dog years slowly stretch Out beyond the picket fence Avenues we knew Through hedgerows, which were once less dense Sometimes we break on through We find that car to chase around, the block, until it's slowed At traffic lights, warn red, its found Stopped still, found in the road Ripe and for the taking Yet far too rich, too grand With barking fits we're making We try to make our stand Hoping that the bluff pays Preying that it runs Paddling through dog days Canine style's how its done |