Day one of the year broke open quite drear,
freezing fog, the look of a shiny glazed doughnut.
Isn’t it great that dogs aren’t prone to shed tears
over weather? We simply get busy with the human, so sleepy!
We waggle and snuggle and march with no fear
into the frozen back yard, jumping, pulling our paws from
fog icing that glazes fast to our feet, so hard and quite sheer.
Sliding and sticking we go after those doves
who try roosting and claiming our personal spaces, right here.
Indoors we fly-y-y for our breakfast, then off to warm spots,
while the person lights candles to bring us some cheer.
Happy new year, indeed. More buffalo, please.