I was walking the loop with my dog after the snowstorm

On a pretty Friday afternoon, just 40 degrees, but it felt warm

The snow was melting, big chunks crashing down

Icy rivers in the street, making a gentle bubbling sound

Toward the gutter, where everything will eventually go

I saw him walking toward us, in the snow

I asked him how he was, he moaned like always

He said, “Rebecca, the snow’s got me behind two days”

His bag looked heavy

I thought for a moment, it seemed like a great job

I told him I was ready

I extended my arms, my dog held up his paw

He handed me some envelopes and a box, that was all

My pup and I covered one side of the street – evens

On the other side was the mailman, Steven

We walked parallel like railroad tracks

Slowly but surely we reduced the stack

I was approaching 3573 and was just beyond the tree

When a guy came out of his house yelling at me

Steve observed from across the street

Yelled, “Joe, cool it, she’s got your package!”

The guy was an addict

Joe must have seen my pup running away with his stuff – the box!

Steve ran our way

But it was too late

Joe slipped on the icy steps

He tried to get up

There was a cascading crashing sound

A bunch of icicles came crashing down

A dagger into Joe’s chest

My pup ran the mystery box all the way to a policeman’s vest

Parked around the corner

Me and my pup and the mailman got to be semi-undercover

It pays to know one another

Drugs were in the box

The neighbors all seemed flummoxed

But the policeman gave my dog a big Milkbone

I was just happy to be outside, near home

And Steve finished delivering all the mail

The snow melted completely

Washed all the drugs away neatly