Something yummy. Or profound.

I can’t wait to tell you, my best friend.

About a happening from across the pond or over the hill.

Is there a new treat to be shared?

Did I not suffer a fool well? Did I dig my hole too deep?

Did I chase a noble flying bird and then lose it in the sun.

I share with you my muddiest days. My awkward rolls in manure.

You suggest I come in from the storm.

And stop digging.

You make me laugh as we sit and stay, undaunted for another day.

And you remind me,

That we are just a different breed.