I found it

This is not a Spring egg hunt

Or gifts under a tree,

It is a true treasurer,

you placed only for me

There is no surprise

In the morning and evening,

Like clockwork I know

Exactly what you are leaving

No matter the weather,

In the rain or the snow

While trimming the grass

I find it when I mow

Loving you so dearly

I gather and scoop

Not every day, because

It’s dog shit, just poop