Morning sight
A man and his dog
Are coming out of a house
The man has an umbrella
The dog is not happy.
It stops by the curb
Empty its bowel, pee and
Sniff a tree.
The man, further down
The street calls his mutt
It ignores him
Runs back to the house.
This is not the weather.
For long walks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem