Creek Running North

was it cold and slimy or warm and squishy?

that second one.

Ewwwww.

Great Poem Chris!  I didn’t step in “it”, but...Last night with Tito I got up at 1, 2, 3:45, 4:15, 5:30, 6;30, and finally at 8 I let him out for good.  15 minutes later a women called from a local used car lot, more than half a mile away.  “Hi, this is Maureen, I have Tito, can I keep him?” After 16 years I almost said yes.

Oh, Zeke!

You didn’t have to tell us that Zeke is your muse!

Poor Zeke, you know he didn’t want to do it.

I’ve stepping in some disgusting things in the dark which I won’t talk about to spare someone embarrassment…

but I found out what is the creepist, scariest, send-you-through-the-ceiling feeling thing to step on in the dark barefoot…

... steel wool. Just saying it can’t convey the feeling… the thought going through your head while you’re still airborne that you’ve just accidentally discovered some horrid creature heretofore unknown to man.

Worse even than stepping on the cat’s tail.

The worst is when you step in it with your socks on — and you track it around the house for several minutes before you realize what’s happened.

Not only does my dog want to do it, she’ll endure fifteen minutes in the cold so that she can do it inside where it’s warm.

There you go again, glorifying dog poop with your graceful elegy.  I wish you’d come to your senses.

CP

Er, lest I be misinterpreted -given my solo status on this site- I did *not* mean to equate the subject of the previous poem with the subject of this one.

I was attempting a self-deprecating joke based on my prior criticism of Chris’s last poem.

thanks for the clarification, CP, but you get a fair amount of slack from me for being willing to listen, so no worries.

For what it’s worth, carpundit, that cracked me up.

well — as my excellent cat has had, ahem, a messy digestive upset for 2.5 weeks — i’m just glad we have 2 bathrooms so he can have one.  he hates it all and is miserable.  the vet can’t figure out what’s going wrong.  my mother-in-law is due in 24 hours for an overnight visit [surprise!]. and i couldn’t make this into an elegent poem to save my life.

Ew!  (But a great haiku.)

(Reminds me of the time my dad stepped out onto the front stoop for the paper.  Mouse guts courtesy of one of the cats, bare feet, one of those steel-grate footwiper mats… you get the idea.)