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.
Inspired by dVerse and A.Word.A.Day and illustrated with the U.S. Post Office’s unofficial motto.
Glad you can please your top dog.
“cynanthrope” was a new-to-me word. Love when I learn something in a poem. Thank you.
She sure looks like top brass in that image.