Midweek blahs got interrupted
By daily afternoon dog barking
As my pit defending our territory
From the training wheel convoy
Of little kids outside.
Every day the little ones are out there
Parents spaced apart
Watching the rug rats ride circles
With their wobbly balance.
Every day my dog runs to the open door
Giving a menacing look and deep growl
Before he turns around,
Jumps on the couch,
Curls into a ball,
And forgets the whole thing until tomorrow.

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