Faced with eviction,

Never wanted friction,

Though within a year I have a prediction,

Out of this park I will be & that’s not science fiction…

Rufuz is well trained enough to walk off a leash,

But rules and regulations say he needs one,

The new manager did make it clear,

Though she did so with condescending sneer…

She made her point,

This place feels like a prison joint,

But when the summer does end,

Rufuz and I will walk equally again as friends…

© ed ~ 5/14/06