Black and Rubber Muck Boots
Waiting on the freezer
Full of hope.
The weather has begun to change
The yard is mud and slime
The boots await their perfect time
To go outside and range
Among the objects left behind
By the well-fed Bassets of mine.
The temp it climbs
The time is near
The Boots await
They know not fear
Wash an wear they do not care
In what they step or how it came to be
They only smile and wander on
Knowing that they protecteth me
From items in the yard best left
Unsaid, unidentified: the objects left behind
By the well-fed Bassets of mine.
I sing the Opera of Muck Boots
The Diva of the yard
The Black and Rubber Muck Boots
The Best $65 I ever spent.
