Not walking the dog

 

Sun shines spring and conjures summer

though the morning air is winter still.

 

Song sparrows sing on budding willows

and the first brave canoeists wave across chilly water.

 

But all is lost to sad Mira, home with a sore leg.

I snuck out the backdoor, stole away like a petty thief.

 

 

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