The other night it was sixty one,

Today I’d be surprised if it passed twenty one,

The wind out of the northwest,

I am getting too old to handle the cold,

Herein about that I must confess…

Aurora the dog had a blast,

Into the ocean she went,

Out she came this time without sass,

That water was quite cold, 50 at best,

But to her the beach was heaven sent…

Our walk was relatively short,

She attacked and destroyed a sand fort,

I helped too in that respect,

With the cold I didn’t even bring my machine,

To of the sand, like I usually do, detect…