When I look at Woody
And Woody turns,
And Woody looks at me
I feel free.

This dog with no attachments,
No possessions, all alone,
So unlike the creepy human with
the sound of the fmobile phone

This mid-March day has passed quietly
Only two walks.
God only two feckin walks!
I sniffed a bit, followed tracks,
shat
gave the driver a reminder
“Let me off. Let Me Go.”

I remembered that he had the ball,
the orange creation I follow,
O! we played footie
Like there was no tomorrow.

I saved all his shots.
Gee, look, already, 3 O’clock.
Kids out soon
Time to go home
A dog without a bone..

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