I sit in the same spot every weekend morning
Second bench from the corner
Under a shade tree inhabited by birds
With extraordinarily poor metabolic timing
The neighbors think I'm crazy
That weird lady who sits in waiting
The dog lover
She has puppy envy of the worst kind
I look down into my book
Pretending I don't care
Crazy's not the worst thing to be
Imagine if I were a cat person
Good Lord
A new little guy joins the flock
Jumping, nipping, pouncing
The other dogs welcome him with reservation
He must earn his place
Whimper, whimper, ruff
Little guy acts so tough
While the others ignore
The pup implores
How about a little cheese
With my whine?
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