A Little Walk

He paves a path
through morning dew
in search of apples.
Little legs,
though not as little
as they use to be.
Crows of sheep
and points at goats,
then waits to see
if the cat’s
on the roof.
Wanders back
with upraised hands–
still little hands.
Almost to big
to carry home,
but little enough
for me.