I sit and look out the front door wanting to see more
And growl at anyone I see through the screen door
There's the neighbour's cat who prances about
Sitting on the front porch licking her snout
Then there's the afghans who are led by
They walk with their noses to the sky
The noisy kid on his skateboard so speedy
Makes me bark and growl quite needy
Once and a while I see that I should be out there
Running in circles yapping as it's more than I can bear
This is my life as a small white Moodle dog
I am the king of what I see and the Boss Hog.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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