Always when it is time that the day is done
And the darkness of night has just about begun
And the sun nuzzles the breasts of distant hills
And the homeward bird gives out hurried shrills,
That I sense a certain fear envelope my mind
And I can feel something creeping up from behind .
What was that behind the door? A scurrying mouse?
Worried I set off running, from the house ...
Soon my hurrying feet settle into a rhythmic trot
Though my furrowed brow is still with anxiety fraught
My heart beats faster and I quicken my pace
Then some perspiration begins to lace my face .
A little further up and then I turn around
No eerie silence on entering do I find
Nor the lengthening shadows I had left behind
That were those of the kilos I had lost earlier
And were now trying to get back on to my derriere!!
With a TRIUMPHANT smile I am glad I do not baulk
At the thought of my daily evening walk !!!
Writer's Island : Prompt "Triumph" 18 April 08