Our Walk In The Woods Poem by S.W. Clark

A petal, a color, a smell, a flower.
A buzz, a breeze, a bite, some bees.
Too fine a day to day.
When twosome have smelled some,
they do things not wholesome.
Too fine a day today.
Four flurries had scurried away,
though we just came here to lay.
Too fine a day today.
Look up to Heaven, breathe in,
see the puffs,
feel the breeze,
don't you hate leaving,
'cause you snuff and you sneeze.
With what ease those fluffs are weaving.
Too fine a day today.
Let us sleep til the night when
things come to frighten.
And we fear for the things we can't see.
Those four furries now our enemy.
No day was so fine as today,
but the night has turned it away.