Daily Entertainment

Now that the trees are bare

it’s easier to see the circus

of squirrels at my door,

to watch the audience of birds

flap their wings and join the show.

Knox himself is not a fan

and tries to chase them out of town.



December Morn

Pale gray clouds slowly slide

across an even paler sky.

Tiny drops of rain dot my jacket.

Knox sniffs every fallen leaf.

Vultures circle overhead.

Still, my mood is brighter

than the day.