The days get darker sooner 
but when the sun does show
She still feels warm and loving
to these old joints and bones.
The cars seem louder in the dark,
rolling down the way,
but the birds can still be heard
wishing us good day.
I smile and laugh. I like to sing,
though birds put me to shame.
There's always new sights and smells;
it's just the route that's same.
Molly sniffs the world for news.
I'm admiring Nature's frock.
The best part of each morning
is when we walk the block.

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