Mr Bones Sallies Forth Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

Part collie, part Labrador, part spaniel
and part puzzle, that was Mr Bones

Winter almost past now
Mr Bones was ready to hobo
hit the road head out for the territories
pack up his master's kit bag
and vamoose for the wide open,
you know...

I want to flee this joint,
right wrongs like the Don did,
but where is my knight? Asleep
on the couch on the back porch?
Bumming a drink in some bar
on Milwaukee Avenue?
Cuddled with his cutie?

Mr Bones shook his shaggy head
and curled up to think about it.