I love to be outdoors,
but hiking, I don't commit.
I'll pick the cushy swing,
for my lazy butt to sit.
Umbrella drink in hand,
but lacking the umbrella.
When my life reminds me,
I'm fine without a fella.
Under the old maple,
where my cushy swing does fit.
I really take a chance,
with the bug bites and bird...poop.
With my trustee Schnoodle,
that will never leave my side.
I love to be outdoors,
It's where I feel alive.
The sun hung low in the sky
And the light was beginning to fade
Maggie the Schnoodle and Jack the Retriever
Stood before me
Tails wagging
Noses pointing to leashes
Looking expectantly
Tapping their toe/paw
Checking the clock
Clearly reminding me
It was now time for their daily walk.
Okay, I promised. We'll go after I do just one more thing.
I’ll just check my email, oh and just search Google on that one thing I heard about...
Oh look there, well I wonder if anyone’s done any research on that, let’s see...
Well, hmmm, are there any blogs with opinions on the matter, let’s see…
Ah ha! I must bookmark this page and come back to it,
For I must take the dogs out before it gets dar………………k?
How can it be? Where did the sun go?
Why, only a moment ago there was plenty of light.
Alright Jack, let's go Maggie …how 'bout a walk by the light of the moon?
Inspired by Laura McKenzi's "Beyond (an un-named time that follows day)fall" contest.
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