As National Poetry Month comes to a close, I’d like to share my poem on the choices dogs face every day in their lives. Should we bark at the obvious choice? Or should we choose a more ambiguous outcome? Either way a choice is inevitable.

Two doors diverged in the hall,

And sorry I could not open both,

And being a dog, long I stood,

And looked at one as long I could

But it did not open.

Then looked at the other, just as long,

And being perhaps the better claim,

Because behind it I could hear,

quiet typing there.

Behind the other, no sound at all,

And both that morning equally closed,

Preventing me to travel on.

Oh to have a pair of thumbs!

Yet knowing the way of one,

I doubted I would like the other.

I shall be barking yet again,

Out here in the hall;

Two doors diverged in the hall, and I –

I barked at the one more traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

[Editor’s Note: My sincere apologies to fans of Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken for Chuck Billy’s reinterpretation.]