A night walk

As swift as a shadow in the night

Here there, gone over there

She follows us

Silent as the owl flight 

With her inky eyes

Never judging,

Just discovering,

Eternally inquiring

What drives us

To Stomp the grounds

In that manner?

From tree to tree,

Hiding in the bushes

She tracks us

And that silly, noisy dog

Bringing balls to be thrown

That way or this way.

You, laughing your head off

At its pirouettes;

Him waging proudly its tail

After chasing a kangaroo mob

Across the paddock

Ignoring her and her plan

To pounce upon and frighten him 

With such a joy.

This is a night walk

In company of my dog and cat.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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