Doggone Distraction

I don’t have a pet,

but bump into one

every beach day just the same

–as reliable as any

ever kept,

(even if the owner isn’t)

I can count on Prince to be there

stamping on my tootsies,

nipping at my heels,

and ready to play ball.

(an arch’type, you know?)

If I run–he runs

If I walk–he walks

If I fall–he falls, since

London Bridge is comin’ down, and

Prince can’t negotiate deep sand for sh*t

He loves the surfline, and

I don’t mind–

–it keeps me on my toes

and more the merrier, he

. . .

is such a good companion, but even so

–when I leave,

I leave

Prince

behind, and it’s only

right I should

–foregoing sands

for cement,

I know the city

won’t

Foot

Prince

feats.