Hot Dogs

April 26, 2012
Hot, white sun glaring down at them
The ground is disturbed with snuffling paws.
An excited breath escapes their jaws.
Their eyes are twinkling like a gem.

Curious creatures that cause mayhem.
Digging for with gold with sharpened claws.
Hot, white sun glaring down at them.
The ground is disturbed with snuffling paws.

Sizzling hot when switched to PM.
Cooling off at my feet their sprawled.
Three hot dogs put in their beds to withdraw.
To wait till the morrow to begin.
Hot, white sun glaring at them.





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