I'm Asking You

He approached arms bent, palms at shoulder height,

And asked that I consider his concern.

My dog had just peed in the park,

As had probably 100 dogs before her this day.

He asked that in the future

I’d walk Rose beyond the perimeter

Of the small circular park,

As required by a posted sign.

It seemed his young kids hit balls in the park

And they might walk into a spot

My dog had wetted.

I came up with the wrong answer.

“Dogs traverse this park every day.”

I told him, feigning a bit of incredulity.

“Why should my dog not do the same?”

 His soft answer was: “Because I’m asking you.”