Friendlies

Once there were some
then there were few
fewer still
dwindled some more

a pack soon came
a hound group too
a flock joined in
chattering all flew

some lost the way
others kept away
fewer still remained
days still gay

warm sunny days
and luck strong stood
care bears arrived
provisions not few

amidst the hustle
bustle
loud loving tussels
sun shone
all grew

a lesser number left
odd paths took
the sun still smiled
warmth it threw

I, in love
Love in me grew

Because I don't need to take names.
Or to a few friends allude.
If you feel I love you... I most certainly do.
Lots of Love