Poetry Corner: Walking Song

by Jim Farfaglia

Walking Song


My feet,

in a musical mood,

keep a steady 4/4 time.


The neighborhood dog,

with his throaty growl,

fills in the bass notes.


A distant hunter,

from his echoing gunshots,

adds some percussion


as the songbird,

through the lilting air,

carries our melody.

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