Bare feet as I don’t like to wear shoesAs a child, stepped into warm chicken poo.
Part of life on a farm.
Got used to warm chicken poo and learned to step around it.
But sometimes it would squish between my toes,
when I was not looking down.
I also loved muddy puddles or just mud.
Mud pies were fun to make.
The other night, stepped in cold cat barf.
Cats take turns getting sick, because they are cats.
I thought about it, and decided that warm chicken poo
is better than cold cat barf late at night.
Reason, I would expect warm chicken poo on the farm,
but don’t expect cold cat barf in my house.