Breakfast in the Village
up and down the isles I push my cartBreakfast in the Village It's another lovely day in the Village. Birds are singing and butterflies are floating. Waking I get this notion to fix breakfast for my love. Bouncing down my stairs, Parker and Bailey leading the way. In the kitchen to my dismay, nothing in the fridge or cupboards they are bare. I am blessed for three blocks away sits my local grocer. Lucky beagle, Parker rides to the grocer, ears flapping in th...