Lady, my daughter's Labrador,
Pulls me along in a loop
Around the swamp paths
Stopping to pee and poop,
And also, she likes to sniff
In such an attentive, serious
Manner, it seems as if
She is reading a code
Left in dribbles of intestinal
Waste, along the road
And tree trunks and poles
Telling stories and gossip
Of dogs, squirrels, moles,
All undecipherable to me
And my less capable nose,
As I grimly grasp the leash,
And follow where Lady goes...
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