Wet and dark,
Us alone in the park.
I can't see a thing,
but my nose is telling:
The long-legged has pooped.
That has to be scooped!
With the Bag on my hand
I reach out to the sand.
Sticks, rocks, all of them I try,
Nothing feels right, I feel I could cry.
The rain sneaks in through my waterproof suit,
Why aren't there lights along our daily route?
Finally I decide to abandon the faeces,
take a step backwards and feel how something squeezes.
I head back home with the poop on my shoe,
Smelly and wet, miserable too.
Autumn <3
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