The Happy Dogs.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

we got four dogs in the house
of different breeds and as we
leave away from the city where
the area is wide with lots of grass
and yards and trails which we
walk in the morning for fresh air
and exercise, these dogs walk
with us and they all run free and
chase cats and rats along the way.

when we rest for our walk there
they are too, resting for themselves
wagging their tails and hang their
tongues on their sharp canine teeth
as though they are wet laundry
handing on thick lines.