When she was prickly,

we were reminded she was

raised in a desert

with few showers of kindness

and little understanding.

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A breeze so gentle

it barely caused a ripple

on the pond below,

yet its presence brought loving

comfort on this sun warmed day.

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Knox approaches as

I sit, pen poised on paper.

He gives me a sad

and reproachful look. How can

you prefer poems to play?

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They really are on

a search and restore mission

as they study our

walk, take note of our balance,

evaluate our posture.

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To be greeted by

a tail wagging bundle of

enthusiasm

is an invitation to

put down work and pick up play.

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Every night we play

the same old toss and fetch game

and never once has

Knox grown tired before me.

Ah, to be young and a dog…

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With a happy lilt

birds greet the gentle stillness

following the storm.

Though more storms will surely come,

they welcome the peace that’s now.

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Murphy doesn’t like 

closed doors. She isn’t looking

for privacy. It’s

connection and engagement

she craves – much like some of us.

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Every now and then

our day has an easy flow.

Heart, mind , and sprit

blend effortlessly and leave

the body deeply content.

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Sunny, but high winds

and sounds of distant thunder –

sometimes the weather

gives conflicting messages

as we humans also do.

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