Words often can fail
but I try, anyway.
The verbs wrap around
a particular noun,
and adjectives help them stay;
causing images to move, and sway.

Before your very eyes
I'm hoping that I write,
will an image, send
concerning my friend,
the woman known as Twilight;
who toils throughout the night.

Summer, in the desert
owns a suffocating heat,
dispatching out
enough self-doubt,
to squelch attempting any feat;
including walking on the street.

While waiting for the evening
the day's hours swelter by,
Twilight rests
while interrupted by pests,
her dog, Lady with an open eye;
so faithful, it could make you cry.

Existing and surviving
these two are quite a pair,
things would take their toll
but a love this full,
creates a bond so very rare;
you can see how much they care.

Twilight recycles through the desert
with her flashlight in her hand,
searching for "ka-ching"
that'll help bring,
enough from all she's canned;
like a prospector with the gold he's panned.

A sweeter heart you'd never meet
both Twilight, and Lady too.
I'll say it once again
they're both a good friend,
I wish good fortune for these two;
in every thing they must do.

Bad luck has recently fallen
on the shoulders of these pals;
but they'll get by
without batting an eye,
when they could've thrown in their towels;
these are two determined gals!