I’ve been taking care of a stray-dog lately
She has a lovely face, hiding her insecurity
I named her Mocha. Her color is brown
Mostly tame, little timid, sort of down
She knows how to keep her distance
I never patted her for instance
Her both ears are cut. I have no clue, why
I feed her twice a day with some supply
She disappears to unknown places most times
Except for three times, where she’s precise
10:00 am, 5:00 pm, around midnight
The last being start time for my plight
She sleeps on the mat by the front door
Started doing that with the first snow
I, by the way, thought she was sterilized
Most of the stray dogs in Istanbul are
Well, it turns out she was not
The hardest way I had to figure that out
And, it is that time of the year … Well. You know!!!
I’ve been seeing at least 5 visitors per night. Oh no!
She’s been making-out / Ridiculously devout
So to say, functioning with what’s endowed
I’ve bumped into 6 males at once the other night
As if she’s doing this to us out of spite
Transforming our garden, this cute, little ****
First Red-Light District, now a ******* plot
My 13 yrs. old girl started asking me about these routines
The reason why I particularly do not appreciate the scenes
My dog being born from a suchlike mother
With her 12 dissimilar sisters and brothers
Even if at some point I will interfere
I totally respect what's going on here
That though still leaves me with two unsolved problems
One concerns morality, another logistics. Both are solemn
What the hell am I gonna tell my discombobulated neighboring
Where the hell am I gonna host my new grandchildren