Over the hills
and through the wood
no grandmothers house to see.
We speed through the trees
with relative ease,
As red lightening streaks
through the breeze.
A few choice words,
just to tease,
before fiery mess
blackens a tree.
We will be victorious
even though furballs annoy us,
giving walkers headaches
and buckling knees.

2014 Heidi Barnes