When my dog and I go walking,
Every morning in the dark,
We hear the crickets chitter
Their night-song about the park.
There’s no curtain call, no fanfare,
It’s an audience of two,
As the light of daybreak ushers in
A gathering of dew.
How many years my dog and I will have,
I cannot say,
We only live each moment sweet,
With every passing day.