walk

walk the circle to the street
pug pulls tight the camo leash
there, the coyote alone walks by
the pug barks loud at the ostracized

there is Millie, our walking mate
waiting just outside her gate
 she sees the lone coyote too
hiding quickly from its view

first days of fall, the morning brisk
I can stand much more of this
better than the summer's heat
bouncing hot off well worn streets

and so we walk, along the path
going quick so I get back
to the coffee fresh and hot
my reward, a whole new pot!

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License