Good morning Toby.

At 6 this morning,
my dog started barking.
I let him outside,
only to find
3 chickens
in our yard,
and him running
furiously at them
and away from my house.

So, I started screaming
and running after him
for fear of him either
killing and eating someone
or him running into the road.
I didn't even have time
to put shoes
or pants-
on, before I ran
over pine cones
and gravel.

Ah, bumblefuck living.