These rainy days aren’t

meant for dancing even if

you’re the dancing kind.

Let’s wait for the storm to pass

then dance shoeless in the grass.

JDG

More often than not,

I’m the oldest in the room.

I try hard to look

   patient and wise, but they look 

  surprised that  I’m still alive.

JDG

There’s plenty of food,

but the jays apparently

are in a bad mood 

and causing a flurry of

winged fight at the bird feeder.

JDG

It wasn’t too long,

just a few seconds really,

 that that wee, yellow

bird dined before those blue jays

arrived and chased her away

JDG

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