His brown tail makes him

different from his gray-tailed friends,

but they seem not to notice..

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Cotton ball clouds slide

across the bluest of skies

cleansing us of all doldrums.

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Knox tried to take me

on a run this morning. but

I opted for a slow walk.

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From across the road

comes a long, beseeching howl:

“Can Knox come over and play?”

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Rabbits are hopping

all about as the crows call

for a moratorium.

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A scattering of

buttercups steals my sad thoughts

and replaces them with gold.

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A warm April wind 

promises warmth will linger,

but we’ve heard such guff before.

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Waiting for a storm

that may or may not come, we

grow tired and fall asleep.

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Running through the yard,

three young deer suddenly stop

and look back for their mothers.

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