Thursday, October 8, 2015


                    We take our daily walkies morn and eve,
                    The dogs and I, not only to relieve
                    Their bowels and let them pee, but also to
                    Take in the scenery and have them do
                    Some socializing with our neighbor dogs
                    Or listen down the drain for croaking frogs,
                    Or sometimes roll upon a new-mown lawn
                    Or track where other critters may have gone.

                    Each walk’s a new adventure boding some
                    Excitement or surprise about to come,
                    And only if it suddenly starts to rain
                    Does eagerness convert to clear disdain,

                    And we beat our retreat at trotting speed
                    Back home, pronto, each vying for the lead.