I traipes through the yard. Merrily enjoying the awakening world.
Startling you from your morn.
You scampered off. To a new place.
Sure enough I came back that way.
Scared you still. I must say. For a moment
I did not see your face. I felt you there.
Looked around. You ate as I watched.
Eyeing me so. Sorry little one. I really should go.
Leave you to your breakfast, and stop stumbling upon you.