A FINE DOGGY POEM THAT I WROTE MYSELF

Recently, Mom showed me a poem that was written by a famous poet named Robert Frost.  This poem is called Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.  It is one of Mom's favorite poems, and she said maybe I could write one sort of like it.  Well, I thought the poem was pretty good, but it doesn't have any dogs in it, only a horse.  Also it is about snow, which I don't want to think about, since it will be here soon enough.  So I decided I could make Mr. Frost's poem quite a bit better by writing it from a dog's point of view.  But I do want to thank him for providing me with such nice poetic inspiration.

PROWLING THROUGH TOWN 
ON A SUMMER EVENING

Whose bone this is I think I know.

He does not guard it closely, though,

And will not see me sneak away,

My juicy, stolen loot to stow.

And thus, with bone in mouth, I race,

Right to my favorite hiding place.

I dig a hole that’s nice and deep,

Then shake the dirt clods off my face.

My bone is safe there; it will keep,

While off to find more treats I leap,

With miles to go before I sleep,

With miles to go before I sleep.