Puppy loves his walks,
The outdoors is incredible fun,
with so much to explore,
and miles to run.
Yet when it’s time for his walk,
he is bound to play up—
hide under the bed,
or in the bathtub,
and there wait to be grabbed,
buckled, and strapped,
then led out the door,
a grinning pup.
So quick he finds sticks he can chew.
He stops to nip at an abandoned shoe,
then drops it to whine at a spirited dog
or in favor of a smelly frog—
dead and half buried under a log.
But his enthusiasm is known to wane
as he nears his street—
nearer still,
he slumps down on the concrete,
and adoringly his eyes implore,
‘Twas too little—
Couldn’t we walk some more?
Nandita Author 