Monday, August 10, 2015


                    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.