Walking The Dogs Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting in front of my house listening to music and writing
as the sun continues to set on the western horizon.

A motorcycle with a man perched straightly upon it comes
slowly riding by with two big poodles running and racing to
keep up with him.

An around the block journey to get his two animals some much
needed exercise; yes, this is how he walks his dogs every
night after work.

A very ingenious way to ride his motorcycle and take care
of his animals.

Knowing they are enjoying it with ears flopping and tails
wagging, barking with excitement as they run exhilaratingly
around the block past my house where I am still writing
about it in this poem.