If only she knew
what our dogs got up to
her pristine frozen front lawn
during ‘last call.’ In the morning,
with her three busy-body cats about,
we, on the other side of the street,
comply full well
with Miss Prissy’s stiff-upper-lip,
un-neighbourly code of conduct.
But at night
when all concerned are tucked in
our dogs have been known to visit
her precious frozen front lawn—
so conveniently located. Now,
there’s no need for scorn
long before dawn
has been whisked away — not a trace,
no single blade out of place
on the defrosting, perfect
sun-kissed front lawn.
© by Jana Kalina.
Used with the author’s permission.