What We Bring

Began my walk carrying a list

of  things that needed to be done,

none of which involved having fun.

Watched Knox sniff the ground,

find a spot, and roll around.

Took a cue from him.

Tossed my list aside.

Joined the bird singalong,

rocked and rolled inside.

Returned home singing

a different song.

JDG

 

 

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