On our evening walk
Knox runs with sticks, rolls in grass,
sniffs the grass. I stroll along.
~
A tolerant grin
ghosts across your face, I’m sure,
as you regard his antics.
On our evening walk
Knox runs with sticks, rolls in grass,
sniffs the grass. I stroll along.
~
A tolerant grin
ghosts across your face, I’m sure,
as you regard his antics.