A walk

And there I am

Like a cuckoo clock

Calling the hour

Shouting his name 

To the four winds. 

Without any doubts

He has spotted and followed 

A more adventurous trail

While I was daydreaming .

The empty track 

Stares back at me impassive 

The forest is disquietly silent 

I am the one disturbing 

Its peace today .

I keep calling him

Without any respite

Hoping  it will interrupt 

His frenzied mindless pursuit

And return to me

What are my chances?

The huge forest is inviting 

 Its temptations too numerous

To be counted

When a sudden movement

Of a white ball is detected

It grows by the seconds

Floppy ears and wagging tail

Galloping towards me 

Eyes telling me

"There you are, lady!

I thought I had lost you

For a moment,

One can't trust you

You always wander by yourself

Without any warning. 

Good thing I'm a good tracker!"

I let it pass, I'm happy he is back. 

Lucette C. Bailliet

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