A Doodle and the Girl He Chose πΎπ
In the evening hush, when the sun dips low, A girl and her doodle begin to go— No leash, just trust, on the quiet street, Tiny paws tapping beside her side. Sometimes he’s naughty, chasing the breeze, Stopping to greet every leaf and tree, Other times calm, by my side he stays, Matching my speed in the soft twilight haze. His eyes—so faithful, gentle, and bright, They say more than words when our glances meet. They check on me as if to say, “I’m here. I’m yours. We’re okay.” π He struts ahead, then circles back, Just to be sure I’m still on his track, Love in his wiggle, joy when he walks, Never in a rush, just enjoying our walks. Tiny paws, big heart, golden glow, My evening walks have learned his flow— Unleashed, unspoken, perfectly true, It’s just a doodle… and a girl he chose. πΎπ