A Walk with Dusty

We were dog-sitting last night. Here's today's installment.

July 8, 2007
The sun is bright and hot
The leash is strong and taut
We set off into the woods
Not knowing what we’ll find

The birds aground take wing
The scent of those before
Is faint yet beckons as we
Walk across the field

A faithful companion to young and old
A child, though grown and cloaked in fur
The wonder of the day before us
Spreads out along the trail we follow

Want to go for a walk?