Friday is for Heart Songs
A Restful Friday
Shrill the voice from beyond the trees
Unseen but loud
“Out of there, get out of the flowers”
And lifting my head
I see him, the “old man” next door
Head bowed, brown-backed and shuffle-footed
He humbly searches for other prey
Sniffing the freshly mown grass
And hoping for one more adventure.
We are not so different
Me and the pooch beyond my yard.