Saw three birds fly
Behind a dark cloud
2 birds perched on tree
Who seemed to sing for me
met a cute white dog
Who growled loud at me
With tail wagging in joy
Her name was lizzy
Walked with all speed fast
Before the end of day
With sun setting in haste
And train blaring its call
Breathed the cool spring air
What surprise no snow
The beauty of this land
I feel will never know
Ended walk too soon
For dark it frightens me
For fear I may trip
And end with bloodied knees
Then overhead
Far in the distance clear
A jet came close to land
Moon reflected wings
The squirrels played in yard
Red and bushytailed
Searching sustenance
So small so cute and frail
And then returned to home
To rest this achy head
And sip my coffee sweet
And think of days ahead
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