Cur Children

We’re watching a young man, in his khakis and wedding band,

Chasing hurriedly in loops his bantam-sized pooch,

"Theodore, Theodore," he’s repeatedly beseeching,

Whilst clutching in his arms another that’s screeching.

My dogs slowly spin and I stand like their center pin,

Their wide eyes silently fixed on the rude rotating jinx.

Then a dreadful thought occurs as I bemusedly watch them –

These spoiled rotten curs he’ll someday swap for children!

  

"Spoiled Rotten Baby"

        ~Volpini Amentum Arete Anemone