Milou was told of her brand new date

he was as handsome as her, so she was in quite a state

they look like twins, hard to tell them apart

barking and bounding with much energy and heart

Yago and Milou will see each other again

in the next few weeks, on different terrain

We set off eagerly with Jan and Taj round the lake

Milou, still limping, put her best paws forwards for all our sakes

they scampered about, her on all three

she seems exhausted, but happy to just be

We were late after lunch, through the cemetery, across the fields

the grass is high, the track is now totally concealed

Milou tunnels her way across and through

leaving me to cope with the grass with a strange type of kung fu

We walk a shady path veiled on both banks with a fine lacy white

a buzzard takes off, on a silent, barely motionless flight

everything looks young rejuvenated and green

a palette of colours for floor and or screen

In Castelnau, we went up to the memorial and over the top

next to hefty wooden cross beneath a

shady old oak, did we stop

both of us sat, admiring acres of green and a most perfect view

listening to natures hymns from our very own pew

We had no major grand Easter plan 

other than a vide, just beyond Galan

the weekend follows our everyday dream

ending in truffles infused with honey, rosemary and cream

Milou is still limping, so we do one of our shorter routes or ways

just as well as it is drizzling and the sky is full of greys

I do not like to see her like this, my boisterous woofy friend

she is not in any pain, but i would love to see her on the mend