Bo and I
And we talked as we did
About big and very important things
We agreed that sunrise and set
Are both lovely for different reasons,
Dawn has hope
And twilight is ever so dreamy.
At that notion we hummed a little,
Of Nat King Cole.
A truck drove by and broke through our reverie
luckily, the truck survived.
Bo doesn’t care for trucks –
I’m not really sure why.
we saw the old house
On the corner of cul de sacs, long and short.
A new someone moved in.
It was nice to see lights in the windows
And through the glass in the door.
They covered the outside with gray slate stone –
It suits it well.
And then the whole sky dimmed
And the first star shone…
We stopped, to wonder over it
And to make a small wish
Because that’s what you do
When you see a star shine…
We stopped a lot, Bo and I
To investigate things
Probably rabbit and squirrel type things
But I can’t be sure really
As they had all gone home
For the evening.
We rounded the round corner
To a flourishing swoosh rising
Above the branches of the charcoal
Almost night trees
Bo liked the silhouettes of them
And I liked the flourishing swoosh..
There aren’t any pictures of that though.
He was as well mannered as any gentleman
As we strolled passed the breakfast club.
Not a single solitary peep.
I guess that Pancake and Taz are already asleep.
Bo walked well.
Golly Gee Wilikers, Bo really did swell.
And we turned into the drive, our very own
And saw lights in the windows…
Look Bo, we made it,
All the way home ….
ellie894 November 20, 2021