Walking The Dog On A Full Moon Night Poem by Cui Gya

The puppy in mid autumn
Will be a little upset
It's going to be a little uneasy
In order to leave their own secretion
It's particularly excited about a neck rope
It's a conditioned reflex of being pulled out by the owner
Just touching the ground or the foot of the wall
Its limbs are acrobatically transformed into two legged Zen
It sniffs around without raising its head
Every tire is a potential crime scene
But it never stole the moon
Even the rabbit on the full moon night
Will become a God
There's nothing to envy
There's no sixpence on the ground
It continues to reliably
Release of nitrogen fertilizer