A squirrel runs back and forth across oak branches.
Below, a bird dog bounds over grass,
her head pointed straight into the sky.
Her bowl sits by the back door,
full of cheap dry food. One thing at a time.
I sip my coffee and listen to her half-growl
from the other side of the window,
a car horn chirping for attention
no telling how many streets away.
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funny how relaxing it is to sit and watch and listen…or to read this poem
This is a nice meditation on the beauty of the natural world as well as the limitations and sometimes mundanity of human existence/experience. I like the energy and movement you created with the dog and squirrel as well.
“One thing at a time.” Yes, good meditative morning of sounds.