They sow and sow…until their gums turn green.
A disastrously, pitiful, pack, and unsung team.
Sniffling out all that has gone the night before.
Laying waste at nature’s door.
Tails hung high, as if to say,
‘go ahead poke fun…but always make time for play.’
Many are blessed,
dirty brown being as clean as, pristine white.
None effected by color when putting on a play fight.
A connoisseur would shake their head and release a selfish smirk,
along with a full body chuckle.
But than again,
only the participants know,
it takes four legs to go to the places where the…wild things go.