Dog, It's Snowing
Little dog, firmly standing your ground
at the back door
no, you won't budge
not one pound of your nine
you will not near the cold snowy bank of the yard
shivering at just the thought
with chills blowing past the doorway, rattling down your warm hall
Big dog bustles by
and in one leap
is snowbound and smiling
no way to get him back inside.
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