we are in the ring, the

misfits whose ears won’t stand up right

whose backs twitch at examination

and whose fleas bite at the darnedest times

the pair of us

droopy master and silly pup

and we examine the man in quirky

suit and tie with luxurious fur and

perfect obedience

look at us, why are we here?

why pretend to compete in a

world where others catch on

to the rules so easily and we have

to stop and wonder why at each

fork of the road?

oh well

I think your coat is the prettiest color

and I love your sleepy eyes

by Cher Bibler