You know the routine,
woke up, scratched my back,
stretched, farted while stretching.
Caught whiff of own breath; nice.
Sniffed last night’s bowl of water,
it still had that purple fly in it.
I’d save it for later.
Or should I eat that fly now?
“Max” is okay, but the way
she says it, every extended
Come on, what kind of a name
is that for a Chihuahua.
I needed to get outside,
clear my head, sniff around,
talk to the boys, smell the grass.
Mitzy and the fly, could wait.
But, if I left the bug for now,
would the water be changed and it
be gone by the time I got back?
You didn’t see a fly like that
I had to pee.
Before I got back,
the dog from next door
asked me about the fly.
He said he left the purples,
prefered the orange ones.
I must break into his garden sometime.