On one evening grey, A cold spring sunset Stood one, By the roadside Off the bright shadows Of the dimming half-light Oblivious Of what was to come. He glanced forth And there she was Strutting in stout mellow As she willowed Towards the crude darkness. βHelloβ, he shouted In a mawkish tone And to many a surprise She paused. He hesitantly approached her heels Trying to keep it cool And for about a minute half Of obscure reticence They sauntered, tongue-tied Side by side Into the drear blues.