story tale

The evenings are now becoming dark

But I still like to go to the park

The wind is blowing what a breeze My dog gizzmo finds it such a wheeze

Nobody else my time to share With other living creatures there

A squirrel sniffing around

Looking for food on the ground

Gizzmo chases him you know were he will be

Running like mad back up the tree

1m sure sqidgy finds it so much fun

To see who the fastest could run

For gizzmo next an hole to dig He eats some bugs and chews a twig

That he then brings it along to me

I have now got to throw it for him you see

This game does not last too long

For above our heads we hear a luverly song

Is it some magic wonderful bird

Maybe a vulture how absurd

I believe it is so wonderful and magic

That there is no one else here is so tragic Money money maybe that is the game

What a waste of time the end is the same

When we make an exit from this earthly place

We dont leave anything but just another space reflection on life by an old git [sad sod]