Unfortunately,

Knox never met a creature

he didn’t invite 

to romp and play as he did

yesterday when we got skunked.

JDG

No sun overhead,

but a tiny yellow bird

sits on the porch rail,

and with a toss of its head,

flings us kernels of delight.

JDG

Judging from the whines

and moans. Knox is filing yet

another complaint

with the universe  over

my failure to heed his pleas.

JDG

When our hearts and minds

disagree, it helps if we

can find a way for

both of them to open up 

and try to hear each other.

JDG

In my rush I can

fail to see the beseeching

eyes of Knox. He then

throws in a few pitiful

moans and, if all else fails, barks.

JDG

We have to learn when

to push through and when to rest.

When in doubt, turning

to our bodies rather than 

our minds is a better bet.

JDG

I tried to tell those

owls I didn’t know, but they

refused to listen

and all night long they kept on 

asking, WHO? WHO? WHO? WHO? WHO?

JDG

I took for granted

the unobstructed  flow of

 breath, but now I am

 grateful for each cough-free breath

I take and an unclogged nose.

JDG

Though she was only

with us for a day, when her

wings dried, she was soon

off, ready to do the things

luna moths such as she do.

JDG