My city dogs must take their walks
Thru treacherous terrain
Not thru mud nor tangled stalks,
But more dangerous domain
Trails of trash and rubbish routes
Of metal, plastic, glass
Bio-hazards underfoot
Used needles & rubbers we pass.
They don’t seem to notice, tho
The danger at each turn
Noses down, they sniff along
Of trespassers they must learn.
I weave and dodge, tipy-toed, keeping up in fear
But grass that’s wet, you can bet
They will sure steer clear!
