Sparky and Ginger
Left a calling card by the door.
Left their business under the master’s covers.
The beagles snicker and cower,
knowing justice
will come with a swift kick.
Bruised hindquarters will be well worth it.
They’d do it again and again
except they love the master’s wife
who religiously pats them on the head,
rubs bellies, gives them treats.
She only hears stories
of their escapades.
Furbabies love her only more
as her eyes sparkle
and she laughs
as the master recounts
the stellar moment
when the boys
were left indoors
to make his day,
make him pay the price,
when all’s they wanted
was to go outdoors
to play.
8/29/2020
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