The walking is good,

The trees getting dressed

Where naked they stood.

The bramble and weeds

Have taken to green,

The snakes and the toads

Everywhere can be seen.

The dogs both hunting,

Their noses in tune

To the smells of the earth

Where odors cocoon.

An occasional rabbit

Is flushed from the brush

And they lock on the trail

In a howling rush.

Unsettled or spoiled

And good company -

A comfort to creatures,

A comfort to me.