(excerpt)
There is a dog
that you might meet
in the country,
on the street.
Her coat can simply
not be beat.
No other canine
can compete.
Call it fur, call it hair.
Folks who see her
stop and stare.
She does not molt,
she does not shed.
She does not care
what is on her head…
Poodle coming,
Poodle going.
Poodle’s curly hair
is growing.