Cleanup Gone Awry

If Knox could clap,

I know he would

when he saw me 

toss those sticks

into the woods.

Instead he excitedly

wagged his tail,

and brought them

back  one by one,

happy  I joined

in his fun.



This entry was posted in poetry.

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