What Awaits

On the evening walk I didn’t want to take,

I saw daisies and buttercups,

was caressed by a cool breeze,

spotted a soaring hawk,

met nice neighbors,

smelled sweet honeysuckle,

listened to birds

bid each other goodnight.

Knox simply wagged his tail,

feeling no need to say I told you so.



This entry was posted in poetry.

One comment on “What Awaits

  1. What a good boy he is!


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