I went for a walk, just the other day —
’twas in the twilight, after work;
Because I could, compelled that I should,
For such is the way of the wind that blows.
And I could tell:
“It’s 9 pm and all is well”,
But told no soul; I waved no bell.
Today, another: neighbourly sorrel
— It was before the eve;
She had no need, for a lantern —
walked all her own.
One good walk deserves another