I walk two dogs,

Or they walk me.

One is young and long and lean 

And frisks about ahead of me.

The other is old with stubby legs

And holds me back.

So pardon me if I walk on your grass.

I don't mean any harm,

But I don't seem to have much control

Of either dog, unequally yoked as I am

Between the two of them.

But sometimes the old dog catches up,

And then sometimes they both stop

To sniff some random smell,

And I stop, too,and look around

And notice the sights and sounds of the neighborhood.

And I say to myself that it is good

That I have two dogs to walk today,

And they have me.

-jenn