This morning Ron & I walked the trail
because Daddy Jim has come down with a cold.
The first thing we encountered were these two guys
enjoying their bikes twisting and turning
almost like a dance.
I had just finished remembering
my Doodle Dance
in the garden
while sniffing these white violets and
and yellow corydalis when
in front of me from out of the fog and mist
appeared this fox.
Off s/he scampered keeping an ever vigilant eye on me.
I'm 9 years old now,
I don't run like mad anymore
unless I want to re-injure my paw.
so I sniffed the dew drenched red clover
letting the fox high tail it out of here.
When I got back home ~
I looked down at my paw that gives me some issues somedays
and wondered if I could have caught up to the fox.
Me thinks I couldn't
and that's OK with me
I have plenty of sniffing to do in the garden anyway!