There’s this neighbor of mine that lives across the street,
who, by the way, I have never officially met.
She has two rather large dogs
(who I also have never officially met)
The dogs seem to make a break for it
every time the front door opens
through a hole in the screen door
This neighbor of mine also has two youngish daughters
Ages ??? and ???
That every now and then pretend to walk the dogs.
Said walks never last long,
piss, poop, scrape it up
and back through the hole in the screen door they all go.
I guess holes are a funny thing
Some, like the dogs, see them as a means of escape
Others, like the girls, see them as a way home
As for me, I see them as a sense of wonder
and I get to wondering why I’m looking out the window
in the first place.
So here’s to Fido and here’s to Spot
(if that’s what their names are)
and here’s to Mary and here’s to Jane
(them too)
I wonder if they ever thought about trading places
Sometimes coming and sometimes going
but in the end,
always returning
Brevity Quest 2016 212