Green grass, blue sky, a gentle breeze, we did a scottish reel.
He rested near an ancient tree, leant calmly on a limb,
As if he thought I’d need a break to finally capture him.
This dance, it happened in my mind, not actually him and me
A sigh escaped my saddened lips, how lovely to be free
Instead my children rescued him, returned him with a laugh
I wish I didn’t need their help to rescue my own scarf.