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Miss Prissy's Perfect Frozen Front Lawn
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Jana Kalina


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If only she knew
 
what our dogs got up to
meandering about
her pristine frozen front lawn
 
during ‘last call.’ In the morning,
with her three busy-body cats about,
we, on the other side of the street,
comply full well 
with Miss Prissy’s stiff-upper-lip, 
un-neighbourly code of conduct.
 
But at night
when all concerned are tucked in 
on occasion
our dogs have been known to visit
her precious frozen front lawn—
so conveniently located. Now, 
there’s no need for scorn
 
long before dawn
all evidence
has been whisked away — not a trace, 
no single blade out of place
on the defrosting, perfect 
sun-kissed front lawn.
 

© by Jana Kalina.
Used with the author’s permission.
 

 

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Jana Kalina lives in Victoria, British Columbia. With two uncooperative wired-haired basset hounds and a Caribbean-Quebecer husband, life is never dull for this Bohemian-born poet with a romantic heart and idealistic world view. Jana loves mushrooming in the fall, skinny dipping in the summer — and poetry all year round.

 


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anne.lehman2929@att.net:
I love the sneakiness of the message as well as the idea that "what one does not know does not harm her."
Posted 01/05/2014 04:42 PM
vscholtz:
A universal experience for us who own wandering doggies. Well put.
Posted 01/05/2014 06:12 AM


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