Cornucopia: National Poetry Month (3)

The Guide Dog’s Dilemma

By Kate Chamberlin

Eeny, meeny, mynee, moe.

Which way should I go?

If I guide my lady to the right,

The bakery will be in sight.

If I guide her to the left,

The catastrophe will be set.

We’ll collide with another cart,

Surely, that wouldn’t be smart.

Eeny, meeny, mynee, moe,

I chose to guide My Lady forward, with all the confidence and decorum I know.