Humans put leaves
In big crunchy piles.
They do it for me,
And it gives me a smile.
There’s always a something
In a pile to find.
And the sniffs are a bonus
Oaked, mapled, and pined.
When I see a leaf pile
Then a run’s what I make
And a jump and a roll —
Then the humans must rake.
But I think they don’t mind it;
Must like it in fact!
Cause when I wreck piles
they just rake them back.
-Chocolate
I’m Pete Harbeson, a writer (among other things) located near Boston, Massachusetts. In addition to writing my own content, I’ve learned to translate for my loquacious and opinionated pup Chocolate Bossypaws. No surprise, she mostly speaks in doggerel. You can find her contributions tagged with Chocolatiana.
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