Up For Grabs

Am I any wiser

after seventy-eight years?

It depends on who you ask.

                                             JDG

Ever Vigilant

A mysterious flutter in the bushes –

Knox’s head comes up.

He stands erect,

watching, listening

before he moves on.

I can relax.

Knox says it’s ok.

                                                      JDG

Morning Wondering

I wonder what they think of us,

those squirrels and birds

who come to visit and stay to dine.

Do they think it strange

that we don’t join them 

or do they just accept the fact

that that’s the way we humans are?

                                                               JDG

 

Signs?

Too bad there are no

“Wrong Way, Do Not Enter” signs

at life’s choice points…or

maybe there are, but we 

sometimes choose to ignore them.

                                                           JDG

 

Aspiring Felines

I watch my two cats

watch the mouse creep across the floor.

They have a vague interest, but not much more.

Catching mice isn’t out of their skill set, but

 it seems they’ve been promoted to supervisor.

                                                                              JDG

Alone, But Not

A late evening walk.

smell of woodsmoke, memories

of fire, family,

friends, cups of hot chocolate –

a deep comfort, sweet and warm.

                                                       JDG

High And Low

Behind bare branches

the partial moon lights the sky.

I pause to look, but

Knox pulls me forward to see

what’s stirring in the bushes.

                                                JDG