Clouds roll over the sky tonight,
And the moon seems to have disappeared.
The pine trees are bending in the wind tonight,
And their needles are dropping off.
The owls hoot in the forest tonight,
And the moon is gone.
A wagging tail
And eager face greet me
As I stroll inside our home.
I feel the weight of tiny paws on my legs,
And the soft wetness of a tiny tongue against my hand.
I stroke the shiny tan fur of a small creature,
My Chihuahua Maya.
The smell of fresh hay surrounds me
As I walk into the barn.
And I hear the sound of my boots
Pattering on the cement floors.
Passing the tack room,
The scent of freshly cleaned leather wafts out to greet me,
And my senses are pleased.
The noise of hooves hitting ground
Can be heard from the arena,
And I love it all.