By D.S. Black
By D.S. Black
The towering form of a chef hat-clad dog
Blissfully unaware of the imminent vote
That threatens to evict him from his home on Sloat.
No childhood trip to the zoo was complete
Unless we stopped off at the diner to eat
Not one of the zoo creatures quite caught my eye
Like the fiberglass dachshund aloft in the sky.
We live in a town in a time that I fear
Will serve to destroy all the things once held dear
An icon so cherished, majestic, and grand
Should not be allowed to vanish like Playland.
He’s the last of the litter, a vanishing breed
Of dogs that would hover while humans would feed
Please vote to secure the place of the Doggie
Brightening the sky ’round the zoo when it’s foggy.
Respectfully Submitted,
Denise Delaney/Patty O’Furniture