Day of misty rain.
Snuggled inside,
exploring inner terrain.
JDG
Day of misty rain.
Snuggled inside,
exploring inner terrain.
JDG
Aging Santa sighed
when asked how
he identified.
Finally he replied,
“Is there a slot for
merry and wise?”.
JDG
Tis the day before
Christmas and all through the house
chaos reigns, but there’s no mouse.
JDG
The flickering light
of compassionate thought
can strengthen with time
until it becomes a trusted guide.
JDG
He heard the sadness
beneath her harsh words.
came and sat by her side,
and placed his paw upon her leg.
Together they sat while she cried.
JDG
Certainty is an illusion,
but we prefer it
to the uncomfortable truth.
JDG
The weather can’t seem
to make up its mind It must
identify as whatever.
JDG
Murphy’s soft fur and gentle purr
smooth the sharp edges
of a harried day.
JDG
Knox paused at the door,
decided no squirrels
would be out in the rain,
opted to hold his business
until things changed.
JDG
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Anticipating
the approaching storm, eleven
mourning doves flock to
the feeder and chase away
all other incoming birds.
JDG