Walky ! is the name of the game
As soon as I call it
Crooked tail, the cat,
And flagging tail, the dog,
Are always ready for it
I pickup the torch
The moon is hiding somewhere
And off we go
Flagging tail in front as a scout
Every bush is investigated
And blessed in turn
Crooked tail, on the other paw
Likes to be in between us
Rolling herself in the dirt
Waiting for an encouraging pat
If left in the rear
Any whiff of wind sees
Her jumping in fright
Tail doubled in size
Skulking from bush to tree
As night deepens
Flagging tail returns
To our moving light spot
Crooked tail jumps on him
In a friendly ambush
They run off together
As the moon peeks over the hill
Such is our evening walk.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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