Sometimes it’s like that:

dark clouds, chilly wind, gray day.

Then Knox bounds up

and drops a new stick,

inviting  me to toss the gray away.

JDG

Singing in the rain

is not my style, but I’m

learning to walk

and not complain.

JDG

The stories we construct

can expand horizons

or collapse possibilities.

JDG

When I refused to get up,

Knox rallied the cats on his behalf.

After listening to their plaintive cries,

I crawled out of bed with a sigh.

 They guided me to the kitchen

where all  three

felt the need to supervise

their breakfast preparation.

JDG

Out of the corner

of my eye, I saw day break

and flood the sky with gold light,

but Knox was more interested

in what he found on the ground.

JDG

There was seed aplenty,

but so busy was that bird

chasing other birds away,

he had little time to dine.

JDG

I wonder what those

three geese are honking about

as they make their way

across the sky this breezeless

February  morning?

JDG