Walking on the Ice


Walking on the ice,
Walking in the snow,
Cold, cold, cold,
As on we go.
I’m bundled up
As much as can be,
But I think the dog
Likes it more than me.
We’d like to go faster,
But on ice I’d slip.
He doesn’t much care if
Over I’d trip.
He stops twice
To clean his feet,
Or bark at those
Pesky cats we meet.
He doesn’t get why
We soon turn around
When he’s not done
Sniffing the ground.
My glasses are almost
Froze to my nose,
The dog complains
Of ice in his toes.
But he’d still love
To stand out there,
Sniffing out the scents
In the clean, crisp air.