Walk in the Woods
This day has been looming for some while,
it was her failing legs and glassy stare that clinched it.
So, with first light and rook reveille
we walked together gently to the woods
where the ground was hard and frosty underfoot
after days of endless rain.
Stopping at familiar points, we watched the frantic river
racing and skidding round widening bends.
We didn’t see our heron, nor hear him call,
perhaps he chose to hide, knowing what lay ahead,
unlike the Fieldfares, whose chit chat could be heard
in distant trees across the bay.
An hour ‘s amble was enough for tired paws.
Wandering slowly home, we saw the sun appear
and put back the colour to this monochrome morning.
By the time we reached our door
we were both part of the glorious watercolour
of autumn’s final day.
Bye bye Nellie - run free with no pain.