DM Babbit Poet Quatrain

The Lake

The lake is alive with croaking frogs
  bright and sunny to behold
  filled with walkers and their dogs,
  fishermen, their boats and poles;
but the wind dispersed
  was harsh and rough,
  soft and brisk at first 
  then completely cold enough
.
My dog and I stood proud and tall
  we walked and played catch 
  with his favorite tennis ball
  then rested and shivered in a seated sunny patch.
Too cold, much too cold
  despite the cloudless, clear blue sky
  and the gleaming sun above foretold
  no warmth upon we could rely.

So, we came home 
  to biscuits and hot tea,
  biscuits for him 
  tea for me,
 then we rested with our tea and cake
  two cold and chilly souls
  sheltered from the cold upon the lake
  resolved to go back some day for a gentler stroll.

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