Knox greeted the vet

with enthusiasm, but

when he caught on to

why we’d come, he looked at me

as if to say, “this ain’t fun”.

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Staring at me from the porch rail,

several birds clearly convey

they must be fed without delay.

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As much as we’d like,

things are seldom black and white,

but sometimes there’s gold.

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Clouds in shades of pink,

white, and gray catch sight

of themselves in the pond –

mere reflections of their lofty selves.

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On a walk with Knox

waiting for something to drop

other than this rain.

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With a simple wag of the tail,

Knox sends waves of love

my way and lets me know

even though I might be blue

I’m solid gold to him.

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A brief stopover

was all those geese needed

before they resumed their flight.

It’s too bad they couldn’t

give their honks a rest too.

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There’s no arguing

with these pets of mine.

They know exactly when

they’re supposed to dine

and if I dawdle a  tiny bit

they act as though

I’ve lost my mind.

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The gravel crunches

under foot as Knox and I

start our morning walk,

but he quickly leaves the road

to follow the lead of his nose.

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A tiny buddha statue sits

nestled among the trees,

a small bird on his lap.

All creatures are welcome here.

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