Dry Bone Beach
it is a lazy, warm, dog day afternoon on dry bone beach
some dogs come in wearing pinks, yellows, and peach
we check them in and give a bowl of kibble to each.
It is the least we can do, for empathy is what we teach.
dogs line their umbrellas in a line up and down the beach.
some of the small ones do not have an extra long reach
So they do not like volleyball, which we sometimes teach
But the big dogs love playing this on dry bone beach
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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