My inner curmudgeon and I
went for a morning walk today.
He began, as you’d expect,
ignoring the call and tweet of birds,
the beaver that scurried across the road.
Instead he noted my lopsided gait,
saying it wouldn’t be long until…
but as we walked among the trees,
he unexpectedly grew still,
and by the time we got back home
he’d decided to give it a rest.