Mood Swing

While skipping, barefoot, through my mind,
Light-hearted, clear, content,
I felt a squish, and looked to find
I’d stepped in excrement.
As messy, brown emotion ran
Between my toes, I cursed
The selfish laziness of man
And asked aloud, “Who durst
To let their puppy shit in here?
This is a sacred space!”
But in reflection, cruelly clear,
I saw the culprits face.

I had forgotten: I alone
Had access to the field.
And I don’t own a puppy.