The chirring or the barking of the squirrels
Harassed perhaps by some intrusive hawks,
Catches the attention of our girls
As we set out on one of our two walks.
Our dogs are well tuned-in to what’s around
As we perambulate the neighborhood
Where sights and sounds and incidents abound:
There’s hardly been a walk that wasn’t good.
A fracas with some neighbor’s surly mutt
Or provocations by a wily cat
May prompt them to establish just what’s what,
But for the most part there’s not much of that.
And our adventures stimulate a day
That otherwise by snoozing’s whiled away.