Neighborhood Buffet

Garbage day is my favorite day,
the neighborhood is one big buffet.

I hear the drag of cans and tubs
announcing a feast even picky pugs could love.

There's chicken bones and month old pate.
Don't hold me back. Get outta my way!

Like any good hound
I like my chow found
sweating and nasty
served on the ground.

On happy feet I hit the street
ignoring the person at the end of my leash
nostrils flairing in search of treats

Like Julia said,
"Bon Appetite!"