So where to walk?
it’s our biggest joy
tho the squirrels would disagree
Such complexity in a small ball of fur
his brain must have been misplaced
Feelings unexpected
hard to decipher
when words can not be exchanged
Not sure how to steer this ship
No matter which way I go
the waters are calm
then choppy
How to make the world
what he deserves…
Quirky is the word I use
to explain him
too simple really
Has life really come to this?
feeling I could fail
at what most do in their spare time
Why the wind sends such
unusual souls my way
I will never understand
All I can do is walk
with the breeze
hoping the sunshine follows.
By Lynn Hahn
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