FOLLOW THE DOG
Follow the dog, she knows where to go down
The street and to the left then two more blocks
To the blue house with the red door and green
Green grass. A right turn takes you all the way
Past the gated yard and the big mean dog
Who always barks and growls as we go by
The house. Follow the dog but not that one.
She looks at me to make sure I'm still here.
Walking close behind her, she stops and sniffs
The grass, somehow she knows we're almost home.
Caren E. Salas
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