Reporters Who Risk Life And Limb...

To Save Strays Deserve Lagniappe

Ruff lee, e'er since
aye waz za lil whippersnapper
watt wit dis awful temper, yet
obedient to a pooch loving Aleut

til present moment, Asian ole mangy coot
this hot day (woof faux pas
dipping into animal shelter
donated water bowl)
filled to the brim with smoothie fruit

flavored slaking, moistening, cooling,
sans lallygagging tongue
doth wipe phlegmy ooze away,
where nearby a kazoo

playing labradoodle
accompanies mum
muttering prettifying self,
via quasi preening snout
when squeezed

automatically issues
honky tonk sound imitating hoot,
where passerine twittering
fly night passersby

toss bone fied token loot
and a Norwegian
bachelor farmer named Knute
Rockne took immediate

liking to yours truly,
who when scratched
itchy fur patches remained mute
imparting unconditional love

to petting man's best friend
hoof right then and there
Isaiah felt as top underdog
momentarily distracted

Fermi n Rico as petsmart necessary fix
reduced to that as newshound junkie
oft times in desperation
shine shoes ala boot lix

usually rewarded with bona fide prolix
about such a docile mix
breed to old for chase sticks
to learn super champing cheap tricks.