Early morning, slinking along the streetside curb
Waiting for a chance to disturb
A crowded can of waste and trash
But for her it's quite a catch
Mischief and malice her middle names
Looking for sustenance to feed her brain
She sees the daily news, nylons with runs, an old
Threadbare dress, a young child's gun
Suddenly, without a sound
A little nose popped out of a coffee ground;
Pink, pert, and very polite.
She thought it was very sweet
Until she turned around
And half her tail was gone
Never wanted to see the way
When she would have to stay
Curled up in a ball
In the corner of the hall
With her dreams to keep her active all day