M I S T

There's a long path in that dense wood

With a black iron fence

I  frequently lean on there

Looking at the silhouette when dawn broke

And my puppy, Cloy lays down lazily near my feet

Leaves whisper  shaken by the soft wind

Under thousands of  silhouette rays

Makes surrounding like heaven on Earth

Cloy startles, getting up when he hears birds chirp

Staring at me sharply then lays down again