DOG WALKERS
Going for a long, slow walk the other day
A few dog walkers came past my way,
One had five leads in each slender hand,
It was such a jolly tail wagging band.
Many different breeds and sizes,
Each one to me worth many prizes,
A great big wolfhound standing tall,
And a Chihuahua hardly seen at all.
His little legs seemed just a blur,
Yet not one accident did occur,
No tangled legs, nor stepped on paw,
Happy togetherness, their human they did adore.
Then a proud borzoi looking down his nose,
Walking with a mongrel that had no pose
Of greatness, but just a shaggy wagging tail
And the cutest face and a shining coat,
He looked a cross between a setter and a goat.
Then a group of foxhounds ready for a run,
I hope for the handlers sake the walk had just begun.
But the strangest mixture of them all was to me
A greyhound, a yorkie, a basset and running free
A siamese cat playing sheep dog to them all,
And if he wandered he quickly answered to a call.
I often wonder as they all take many a walk,
Do they in their different barks have a little talk.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson August 19, 2003