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.