Walking The Dog Poem by Allan Thorne

Walking The Dog



No matter how fast or how slow
We walk the dog walks
At the end of his leash.
Straining for just
Six more inches of rope.

But I know from experience
That it doesn’t matter
If the lead is
A foot or twenty feet
The best smells
Will always be
Just six inches
Beyond the end of his nose.

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Allan Thorne

Allan Thorne

Bellows Falls VT
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