Old Friends

23 Sept 2020 9:01 pm Two old country gentleman step out on an autumn night And stare into the heavens to see the stars so bright One last walk before our repose for relief and fond reflection I stand with eyes wide in wonder at the symphony of Gods perfection Toughie my old gentleman dog sniffing and finding his spot He listens to the symphony and hears what I can not The subtle nuance of chirping frogs and crickets in the wood Oh the conversations we could have if only we understood Calm and dark as the cool wind whispers I reach down and feel the brush of his whiskers He is done and the moment has past the bed is calling rest So in we go, out go the lights and thank God for we are blessed