Though there’s plenty of food

and plenty of space, those doves

still flutter, peck, and chase.

Sometimes even birds of peace

set aside the golden rule

 that was taught in Sunday school. 

JDG

Chose not to labor today,

 but Knox insisted

we take the time to smell

what to him were roses,

but to me? …I’d rather not say.

JDG

I look out the window

to an ever-changing view

as I muddle my way

toward meaning and find 

my windows to the world expand.

JDG

The rising sun calls.

The gentle breeze beckons.

Knox gives me a nudge,

suggests we say yes. 

Feeling outnumbered, I

join them for a walk.

JDG

Knox invited the lost dog

to hang around, much to

the cats’ despair

and the owner’s relief.

JDG

It’s seven A.M. and I’m still in bed

when the chorus of lamentations begins.

Pitiful whines and anguished meows

rapidly rise to a grand crescendo.

There’s only one way to bring

 this opera to a close and that’s

 to rise and  fill their food bowls.

JDG