Fat Dogs

Fat dogs in their precious coats waddle through the gate, treading the ice like swimmers in the pool’s deep end

In the clearing, an overcoated man with a fat dog sits on a bench, his hand resting on his cane

His fat dog runs with snow on his nose, his coat askew, his dog grin dripping on the frozen ground

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Written in response to Wisconsin’s Poet Laureate Margaret Rozga’s 2/20/20 prompt: two word title, three sections of 20 words each