Difficult to tell which way is up.
Dark and blurry like a black winter fog
An enigma: this is my pup.
He rules from picnic tables at the dog park
And boldly assigns chase scenes, like a king.
He is a tyrant, roars are his bark,
This funny-shaped, malleable fur-thing.
Then he's submissive, this two-faced creatch
Giving himself to any dog who desires.
To any mutt or purebred, he's not out of reach
Call him a tease, he'll prove you a liar.
Cold-nosed and dreaming, he lies by my side
Slut of the dog park, king of the pride.