Indecision – A Fantasy

While listening to the tap tap tap of the dog’s toenails, I hear the whisper, “March” — Left, Right, Left, Right, Out Of Sight, This Way, That Way, Which Way, NO WAY… I sat down on the wood floor and listened to the dog walk across its polished surface, toenails tap, tap, taping. Now that’s a beat I could follow, want to follow

or do I
March???

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