All in a gusting the wind came

making a dance of the heavy trees,

many people were walking

with tiny dogs on whippy leads,

who suddenly at a violent gust

took off into the feisty air

their little legs like those of ducks

below a wintry skyline 

 

 owners quite befuddled and shocked

as the doggy kites plunged and soared

barking fit to burst

with their ears like fleshy ailerons

tongues like rudders switching sides

undercarriages smeared with soiling

first flyers and naturally scared

restricted by restraining leads

making circles preparing to land

which soon ensued as dropped the wind

the doggy creatures coming to rest.. 

Global warming we must agree

is no longer just a walk in the park.