minding his own business-
though I sometimes think I catch his change of mood
if just the slightest breeze
with the smallest pink cloud
ruffles his stone mane.
Mostly, he lounges while the small dog and I
take some air as they once said
about women of a certain age
with their precious pets
or maybe that was just made up in the novels
I used to read.
The walk is lovely this time of year-
each corner filled with honeysuckled bird songs
and the insistent voices
of the meadow grasses in the lake cooled wind.
Perched in the old hickory,
a tattered bowl of sweet grass
holding tiny eggs of alabaster
and anointed life.
We create nests,
cobbled together with books and corners and walks
with small dogs,
as life moves along our late afternoon paths,
past concrete lions
resting in a neighbors drive
until the next pink cloud
in the slightest spring breeze
or until the barking of a small dog
ruffles his mane.
loved this, Kathleen.
I love this walk, the small doggy companion, the honeysuckled bird songs and bowl of sweetgrass……all very lovely.
I just love “honeysuckled bird song” and that whole last stanza…I think I need to “take some air!”
What a pleasant way to “take some air” 🙂
Love all the small dog observations! Mine are getting so gray – hard to believe they’re ten years old already.