Bare faced, boldly braving the brisk air
we follow the dog’s self-appointed rounds
across the road’s frozen potholes
to frost-encrusted mailboxes
for her daily delivery of missives
only a cynanthrope can read,
following orders as we must
when the family canine is top brass.
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Inspired by dVerse and A.Word.A.Day and illustrated with the U.S. Post Office’s unofficial motto.
....Bilocalalia.... 
Glad you can please your top dog.
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“cynanthrope” was a new-to-me word. Love when I learn something in a poem. Thank you.
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She sure looks like top brass in that image.
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