On sleepy Saturday night
moon’s silvery glow so-so bright
I’ll kick off my shoes
finding barefoot freedom delight

Toes tickled by grass
from my sneaker less trance
as night unravels
warrant warnings of shoeless travel

Beware the thorns, the prickles, the sticks
for splinters still sting
where hidden dangers lurk
and cut, slice, and nick

Tonight’s cold, dewy, damp ground
chill of the night’s frosty bite
can be quite profound
outdoor barefoot frolicking just might not be right

So, on this crispy-cool Saturday night
when the stars are a-twinkling so-so bright
grass slick and shimmery cold
I’ll bring barefoot frolicking inside