by Susan Carr

Created on: November 25, 2009   Last Updated: November 29, 2009

FACE TO FACE WITH A BUMBLEBEE...


Nose to the ground,
To find a place to pee.
I spray here and spray there,
Please let me run free.

A tire, a trashcan,
An electrical box,
The base of a tree,
The neighbor's Forget-Me-Nots.

A patch of grass I circle,
Seems so very interesting.
Round and round my tail end goes,
When I seek to poop, people laugh at me.

Squatting low to the ground,
I've found the perfect spot and when I go,
It's face to face with a bumblebee
That sits on my nose.

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