Walking through the park with Frippy
Recalling the past
Mothers wheeling prams
Old men stalemating
Kids slipping down the dippery
Birds sizing up crumbs
Squeaks
Squips
Squeals
Squawks
But now silence
Except for the rain
Wind
Thunder
I pat Frippy's head and watch her diodes light up
And we walk home through the wet leaves and lightning