Done it, so prove it.

Down the narrow lane again I trot, why is it I always feel as if I have something to prove. Once I get to in to the woods they are looking at me, I can’t see them but sense them around me their eyes are piercing in to me.

Where do I go left or right or straight trough the middle freak these beady eyes out & get them of guard, I never seem to get close enough to freak them out unless it dusk or dawn. But they sure keep me on my toes

I know they know all that goes on with me, they hear the entire story daily as I rant and rave and I am pretty sure that nothing at this stage will shock them…Some day soon I will get to sit and talk to these beady eyes and see the sadness deep in their dark eyes.

Don’t we all have a dark side to us? these beady eyes friends has to have a side dark deeper than mine can ever be…..So today I have done my miles and proved to the beady eyes that their is still life in this old gal…. Just maybe tomorrow I get up close and personal with my beady eye friends….Deer oh Deer