So where to walk?

 

it's our biggest joy

tho the squirrels would disagree

 

Such complexity in a small ball of fur

 

his brain must have been misplaced

 

Feelings unexpected

 

hard to decipher

when words can not be exchanged

 

Not sure how to steer this ship

 

No matter which way I go 

the waters are calm

then choppy

 

How to make the world

what he deserves...

 

Quirky is the word I use 

to explain him

 

too simple really

 

Has life really come to this?

feeling I could fail

 

at what most do in their spare time

 

Why the wind sends such

unusual souls my way

I will never understand

 

All I can do is walk

with the breeze

 

hoping the sunshine follows.

 

By Lynn Hahn