Walk With Heather
Heather and I took a walk,
Now Heather's a fine young pup,
She ambles along, and doesn't talk
And looks over, down and up.
Two squawking jays jabbered by,
One befor the other,
Laughing, crying, shrieking sigh,
Looking for another.
Flashing yellow,
Black bound border
Fleeting fellow,
Fluid order.
Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2012
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