Zeke was looking so pensive lying there on my scorched, straw-like lawn that I felt sure he must be contemplating very lofty concepts indeed. When pressed, he finally confessed he was working out a haiku. I think it is obvious to anyone who knows him that haiku would be his style of choice. So without further ado I present Zeke's poetry debut.
the lawn
by Zeke
crispy and crunchy
like chow mein noodles
grass beneath my paws
(It should come as no surprise to those who know him that food should be featured in his poem. Especially after the trash can incidents. Ahem.)
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