the dogs are pissing
on the fresh morning white snow
graveyard of yellow
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Comments (10)
You know the old saying, “don’t eat yellow snow.” 😂😂
Clever! :))
LOL great happy poem.
😂😂😢I guess other times of the year we can ignore what we are walking on in the yard when we have dogs. One of our dogs used to go out into the field to do his business. I thought about it when other dogs would be visiting though. I used to go barefoot all of the time. It has been years now, but I still think of that when this subject come up!!😉😂
Hahahahahahhahahahaha I wasn't expected that! Loved your Haiku!
Something so pure is now dirty but nonetheless it's true.
No longer pure white is it? Great haiku
Do not eat the yellow snow. Love the image and at times it is a dog's life and hope for a new layer of white.
A cute haiku, Daphne!
haha! love this!