Dog Afternoon
By Tatiana Pahlen

I strolled along the Oyster Bay,
the sun caressing my face;
a pampered bulldog emerged on my way,
His saucy eyes made me dazed.

This perky dog
boldly eyed my legs,
whistling like a hungry wolf;
I felt ambushed, since he blocked my walk,
and tightened the grip on my bags.

It's just a dog, I laughed at myself,
blushing like a silly goose;
His sneer exuded an enormous wealth,
poise as if Tom Cruise.

No shame I gathered on his rakish face;
I mused if he was pimped for a walk,
when I inspected his master's gaze,
There it was, like Master, like Dog!

October 20, 2000

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