Three pairs of feet
\nTwo beings walking
\nSide by side
\nIn companionable silence
\nThey speak not each other’s language
\nBut no words are needed
\nNor do they exist
\nThey are bonded
\nThrough a leash
\nThat stretches
\nFrom hand
\nTo head
\nThey are bonded
\nThrough a love
\nThat stretches
\nFrom heart
\nTo heart<\/p>\n
\nA poem composed while out walking my collie, Rex, on Monday night. For some bizarre reason, I was in a whimsical mood. The night was lovely with a cool breeze blowing and the stars twinkling on the black canvas.
\nAs I walked along, leash in hand, words just started forming in my head. Anyway, sounds a little cheesy, but what the heck.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Three pairs of feet Two beings walking Side by side In companionable silence They speak not each other’s language But no words are needed Nor do they exist They are bonded Through a leash That stretches From hand To head … Continue reading