It Must be Treat Time on 29th Ave

On 29th Ave, the crows come and go,
the cats roam together, and dogs know
there’s a hole where their faces fit just so,
in the red gate, down low, where
chinese lanterns, and heuchera grow

And where Loki, Ninja, Jasper, and Oats–
and look, Ginger-Snap too, they’re all on the porch
It must be treat time on 29th Ave,
with the cats all in line; it’s treat time on 29th Ave,
and as all the dogs walk by

they stop to peep, the dogs, through the hole,
the hole in the gate where kitties come and go
And at treat time on 29th Ave,
their people attached
to their dogs by a leash,
we’ll chat and watch the dogs
watch the kitties watch the crows eat their treats