Conosur
Each day is a sampling of liquids at play.
Nye sniffs the water bowl,
Not to her taste.
She will agree, "It's not for me!"
Halo samples the rainwater on top of the dock box.
It has a lovely flavor.
Turns his head sideways,
Leaves nothing for later.
Muddy holes,
Other dog bowls.
Standing water near a tree.
All of this they do agree,
Is better than any bowl of water I may offer.
The champagne of water,
They both agree.
Comes from the toilette,
It's cold and refreshing.
And never ending!
Copyright © Kim Stone | Year Posted 2024
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