The Walk

Underneath the morning overcast

with the fresh morning dew.

In my right hand a light blue leash,

in my left, pink miniature bags

Yanked out the door, slamming it behind me,

My Fox Hound leads with cheerful glee

brown and white fur, swaying in the breeze

black polka dots, splattered in his white.

Sniffing the grass, he starts to squat

I become vigilant, whew, the cost is clear,

A care package is dropped, I waltz away

Unaware of scrutinizing eyes.

"Hey!"

I dash away, hope my face was not seen

hurdling over bushes, disappearing into the trees!