Cute, little fella
hoodie-clad red
and that collar
so rhinestoneful;
a cinnamon bristle and
that tailcurl-
well!
pitter-pattering chillily in place
on dozens of toes
I's so brite and
leash so musical.
suspicious of the giant world
but accepting it.
'Give me a dollar'
suggests your owner,
'for something to eat'.
(as if I looked rich) .
Thru the highlights in each other's I's
we glide, sniffing truth.
'I don't believe you, sir,
so 'woof''.
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