(personal photo)
I had a two foot tall escort,
black and white on my left.
Dark cap strapped smartly
below his little chin.
We slipped and slid
along a snowy slope,
his steps mirrored mine.
A crunch,
a waddle,
a slide corrected,
we descended in time.
A perpetual grin
on his face
and now, also on mine.
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Still smiling…nicely done.
Now I am grinning, too! What a charmer of a poem and for a companion.
when i see a penguin walk,
kind of reminds me of a young Charlie Chaplin …. 🙂
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