Mother deer teaches her two tiny fawns

skills for survival:

stand still,

raise head,

open ears,

look ahead,

proceed with caution.

                                                                               JDG

Murphy approaches, looks up at me

and meows. I tell her she must wait.

I’m writing a poem, food for the soul.

She meows some more. I keep writing.

She indignantly hisses, “I prefer tuna.”

                                                                  JDG

Is there something

you want me to know, tiny toads?

First you showed up at my house 

and now you’re hanging around work.

Last week you hopped into my office.

Have you forgotten?

 We’re supposed to be social distancing.

 Can’t you send me an email instead?

                                                                                 JDG

We all have moments of drama and peace,

we who inhabit this small bit of land

each of us calls home.

The sun rises and sets.

The moon waxes and wanes.

Flowers bud and bloom.

Leaves and petals fall.

And you, beloved land, have room for us all.

                                                                          JDG