28.September.26

That which caused this head-turned pupper to balk its walk?

Dashed what surreptitiously round that border wall?

Or, from leaf-slicked copestone, did a squirrel just fall?

Why is mumโ€™s best friend now in this glade all alone?

Was not she just beside me with pocketed bone?

These leaves are surely aliveโ€”they skitter and squeak!

Oh my! How can I survive forest fright so bleak?!

Wait! Who is calling my name by familiar voice?

Ghostโ€™s spooky trick? Yelp noise! Hooman with stick? Rejoice!

Huh? She just paused to pick Newtoned apples for pie?

*That* was the thump of lore that led me to cry why?

Okay, back on trackโ€”towards dessertโ€”is awesome.

Phew! Brisk whisk, wildโ€™s riskโ€”keeps paws on toes in autumn! ; )

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