Chris Lowther photo
Sometimes a heron flies over,
looking like a skinny matron
with her purse clutched under her wing.
Two eagles, wings spread,
circle lazily,
sky-surfing the thermals
and,
sometimes the same slug
shows up curled cozily
in my potted calla lilies.
I lift him with whatever is at hand,
and take him far across the yard,
hoping he will lose his way
and find another bed.
But, sure enough,
several days later,
there he is again,
so comfy in his preferred spot.
Last week, 2000 geese
landed on the local airport,
stopping all air traffic,
and had to be gently encouraged
off the runway.
Other lives are living all around us:
check out the intricacies of that spider web
dewy in the morning sun,
complacent spider sitting in the centre
just waiting for her breakfast
to arrive.
Cosmo, big friendly Malamute,
comes smiling into the yard,
dragging his smiling owner.
He graciously accepts a treat,
then rolls onto his back and writhes
with pleasure.
Before they leave, he serenades me
with his wolfy howls,
to tell me he misses me already
before he is even gone.
Universes large and small
live out their lives
as we do, day by day,
sometimes unaware of the wonder
that abounds, when we live,
eyes open, in kinship
with the world.
I'm glad you have another wolfy dog friend!
ReplyDeleteMy cat Silver, who I thought had deserted me last winter, has found her way back home. I hardly knew her--she looked like a little sick stray--but her spots match her photo and she knows she's come home. Who knows how far she's been. She looks and smells as if someone did the trap-spay-release thing, which may kill her, but not this week at least. It's good to have her back.