The raindrops fall,

making tiny circles

in the puddles

on the porch.

A squirrel,

clutching birdseed,

lifts his small paws

to his mouth.

A wee bird sings,

calling his companions

to the feast.

I, damp with joy,

sit and dryly watch.

JDG

Two cats asleep on

the dog’s bed, their backs

to the sliding glass door,

a female cardinal pecking

at birdseed on the porch floor –

I, propped on my bed,

 watch and write.

Four creatures, each 

in their own way, content

 at the close of day.

JDG