The Small Bucket And The Spatula Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

I like to read announcements.
recently there was written
about dogs, owners,
bags and spatulas.

and now, from the morning,
I have the view from above.
owners, they are bending
to the earth.
they are going quietly,
hiding faces

with favourites on the leash,
on the cord and what they will give,
their doggies, they are leading.
they are looking their favourites after.

and in a minute,
when nobody can see,
are setting them free,
slowly in grass

and...man you have pie'
not one and more.
owners of the pup,
he has very clean hands
and a time already
to the work.

so, he is saying for all
to quickly goodbye,
and at home for doggy

but what's the problem?

well with this spatula?
I don't understand.

you too?