Elsie and I went for a walk that day, footsteps soft and not a word did she say.
My coat was cloth and not very warm. Elsie was a city lady just moved to the farm.
Her green eyes watched me as if to say, I'm glad we're walking side by side today.
We walked past the pond to enter the lane, as the drizzly skies turned to rain.
She stopped to rest, then turned to run. Our brisk little walk was no longer fun.
She wore a coat that was sleek and shiny, leaving tracks along the way so very tiny.
In case you haven't figured, Elsie is a cat, she isn't worth a darn and doesn't even catch a rat.
She is my friend and we always walk together. In the sun or the rain no matter what the weather.