I spotted him, stumpy
on top the smooth copper Snoopy,
the Capital of the Capital!
Poor thing seemed lost.
On the plain of Snoopy's hill,
his back legs flailing,
pushing to make progress
against the cool shade statue.
I watched him there
while he tucked himself
into Charlie's pudgy fingers:
timeafter
timeafter
time.
until I picked him up by his belly,
and put him in the longest grass,
where no one can watch him find his way.
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