She comes in like a quiet whisper
Piece of grass hangs like a weed
Yesterday thoughts of tall grasses
Stuck between teeth as a child
Country bumpkin sight
Laughing I catch her image
As she just stares off
Into trees giving birth to new leaves beyond.
Does she remember days spent
Running for hours in wooded lands
Chasing the scent of things unseen,
Here now a thousand miles away,
she watches the tree rats dance
Their Walenda high wire acts up and down
Yet she is the wise one,
She knows the score and just watches
A yard away is beyond her scope
And fences keep her safely tucked away
While a mama smiles knowing where her babies are,
Morning walks makes tired pups
And she waits at the door for my return,
Like a spying eye to the keyhole
Standing watch for the homecoming,
What’s in the bag the nose inquires
And a bone beneath the springtime sun
Is just as fine as a bone back at their old home
And we sleep each night tired from days spent
Running to and fro,
The first face I see smiling at me,
Minus the grass yet sporting the wagging tail,
Rise and shine my girl,
A new days just begun and we’ve miles to walk
Before we’re done.
Thoughts on my girl Apple who came in earlier sporting the spring look of grass in pie hole and I couldn’t resist grabbing a shot of the happy hound. They are adjusting well and her nails look well manicured from the long walks she’s marching on every morning, sighting and trying to chase the squirrels then content napping on the couch after. I think the weather suits their mood too.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 