she snuffles, she bumbles,
she coughs, and
she fumbles
through woods, and tall grass,
over roots, mud, and
trash
she wags, and she wanders,
she stops, and
she ponders
chews sticks in the street
she sits down
with her treat
cars slow to observe
drivers smile
and swerve
puppy life in the city
‘burbs, woods,
is all pretty