The Daily Routine

It all sparks off With the mention of the park Her white tail twirling Relishing the renewal Of her communion with nature Her contact with her ancestral past Then off to the park in the car Where ,after taking her ease, She sniffs at the sourness Of tired vegetation With more attractive smells To follow. Let off her lead,running free Through the rustling carpet of russet, Her paws paddling with pleasure Until she stops ,stock still A sentinel searching For a lightning flash of a glimpse of grey. Then off like a rocket in pursuit Only to be left beaten and baffled Beneath a tree circled several times Letting out little yelps Revisited every round In the off chance Of catching one unawares Here it is the survival of the fastest Off she slowly trots Disappointed, Her short pants the sonar To detect where she is When out of sight. With every patrol around the park Her pace begins to slacken To be renewed at the mooting Of a return home. Slyly she tries to slip away To escape having to leave Her park paradise With her lead finally replaced That puts paid To her thoughts of continued liberation Back into the car she goes Resignedly And upon her return Drifts into a deep dream Where her ghostly yelps And wriggling legs Replicate her exploits Of her daily walk.