Just Like Our Children
We step over them on our way out of each room.
We step over them in the kitchen.
We step over them on the porch.
We step over them next to the couch.
Why don’t you tell them to move? A neighbor asks.
They don’t listen to us, I reply.
They are just like our children.
Except they eat dog food.
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