Wednesday
Jeffery bounces on the track.
his four legs like sticks
first the front, then the back.
Jill walks like any other dog
two left, two right
sniff and pee at every log.
Jeffery searches weed patch, bush
for new delights, but
abandons all for tush.
Come here, come here! we cry in vain.
When he's ready, he's
on the trail again.
Meanwhile Jill has done her poo
in trackside grass
and covered it too.
Jill's on the lead, she's not trusted
while Jeffery's freedom
is never curtailed, adjusted.
Two small dogs on the river walk
with two women, sisters -
just happy to talk.
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