opening the gate to my dog pen
Hypervigilant are both dogs
Fat and juicy, built like farm hogs
They are in a huge pen with plenty to do
Do they know that I, their gatekeeper, is watching them too?
I am vastly aware how fast they are
As I open the gate, not far from a car
Being knocked down by the front gate
Is pretty often now my fate
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