Leash taut and straining,
draining the energy from
her tired legs. She begs
her friend to slow the pace,
but he just wags his tail
and licks her face dragging
her a bit further up the block.

Two young boys discussing
the finer points of the
designated hitter, a bat
over the shoulder of one,
the other beside his bike.
Not a common scene today,
but refreshing; a throw back.

A retired gentleman stands
hands clutching yard tools,
ankle deep in mud from
the days of torrential rain.
The storm drains plug
and he’s dug the muck
that has stuck to the grate.

Sounds usually presented
as background noise
comes to the fore. Once more
the baseball chatter of boys,
and the scrape of spade against
metal mesh annoys. And a happy
dog barks at his best friend in the world.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

Written for NaPoWriMo 2013 – Day 13 (Observations on a walk)

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