I long to gambol
upon emerald...
Midnight is the blue moon,
Scarce of the clouds that loom...
Sitting quietly with my thoughts
Listening to the rustling of the trees...
Sitting quietly at Meyer Park
on the banks of Cypress Creek...
The skies are blue,
When it blackens...
Cool breeze gushing past me
Loving every moment of my journey...
I discovered it in leaps and bounds,
My paws scoured the earth in anonymous speed...
Sunlit Golden Tree -
alone; yet stands tall and proud...
The corporate beast, as it doth feast
on local family stores...
Curling waves dancing
The Ship moves dangerously...
Recycling is
a salve for guilt at using...
I used to kiss
the buds alive...