Leaves Rustle

Evening comes with full moon high
Leaves rustle along branches
They shake for cold wind comes
Wind whisper among leaves
Telling them darkness will last longer
For which their color will drain
Turning them brown, red, orange and yellow
And one by one they drop in heaps to ground
Their life drying up crumbling when footsteps trod


Hoping To Dream Of You

Eyes close I go to sleep; hoping to dream of you.
I wish to see you run your zoomies around an open field.
Your mouth open happily having fun; free from pain.
I want to see you trot to me like old times; turn around, sit, waiting for a petting.
I want to scratch the head again; one of your favorite spots.
I hope to get a lick from you on my hand; telling me you’re doing good.
I wish I can see you play with your stuff animals; always brought me a smile.
You would play and play; swishing your tail enjoying the squeaks coming forth.
I hope tonight would be the night that I dream of you.