Mystics find meaning
in the minutiae of our daily doings,
but I've never found divine inspiration as I tail my dog,
scooping poopsicles in the snow.
Moms always say, "Better out than in!"
but I lose my temper as I stand out here,
dodging landmines, grumbling
that I'm on scooper patrol again.
Curtail this canine's colon
so I can finally get off “doodie duty.”
Then again, it's a big, fluffy blessing
to have a loving pooch who protects the household.
All he asks in return is a healthy meal,
a public poop, and a good night's rest.