In dreams

Sunny days spent
The endless hunt
The life of hounds
Now spent
Dreaming of chippies,
Legs move restless,
Quiet noises from your throat
And finally relaxed,
I hope you caught the prey
And that in dreams
You are king of the mutts,
Conquerer of all who invade your yard,
And those that drive you to the thoughts
That you CAN climb that tree
And get the little furry vermin.
Goodnight sweet pup,
They will be waiting
At the break of day,
Snacking on cat food beyond the glass
Taunting you once more,
With their evil little laugh,
But you shall reign supreme….

Muted dance

Spirits rising behind
Hazy hot summer screens,
Windows smoky
Life obscured
The dance moves on
Just two entranced in their moment
Ghostly forms
Envy fills the eyes
By what the artist saw
In creating the masterpiece.
Did they smile
Looking lovingly in
Each other’s eyes,
Were they close and consumed
Of the motion of passion
Did they notice the artist
In shadows
Taking a piece
Lonely man in quiet corner
Observing the dance
Of love.
Un rehearsed, they move back and forth
Falling into tempo
With the simple staccato beat
Of the sultry music
Alone they weave their spell,
To the watcher they enthrall,
Beauty painted for permanence
Love maybe temporary at best,
Or just partners together for this solo,
Walking away
Their separate paths
Into the cool of evening.

Garage sale pondering

I just don’t get it,
Really it’s true…
Big sign by the road
Garage sale…so many cars
You’d think they were selling cupcakes.
I’ve already got one so I drive on by,
There must really be a market for it
I would think,
Yet they must ask way too much
Or maybe it’s not very nice….
Days later sign gone
Yet….the garage remains.
Now why would so many stop
Yet none ever buy?
Same thing with yards,
Silly signs and crazy drivers,
Rain or shine,
Luscious green grasses
And ornamental gardens,
Yet days later,
Yep, once again the yard is still there.
Maybe I should stop in,
Just to see how high the price?
My yard is tired,
The dogs wreak havoc and I would really like
That lovely rose-bush
Or tulip garden.
But I’ve gotta run,
No time to stop ,
And I know next week the sign will be back again
As will the yard
And the garage.
Guess there’s no takers
Then again I wonder,
How the heck would they carry it home??