
It’s me, I am Max, with thoughts that I ponder
Over here, over there and way out yonder.
As I rush out that door and swing by the chair
There is my friend Rabbit and we play statue and stare.

Our game is forgotten with a loud sounding crash
As the monsters next door send the squirrels in a dash
Last round through the yard, ever checking, ever more,
But there is nothing to see so I head for the door
Then I head for the kitchen for a small tiny treat.
Now, it’s on to the couch where I sleep ‘til we eat.

As we follow LindaGHill for our creative Jot, mine does not follow the Wednesday 1 liner plot.



