Sun low in the Western sky, a
single bird with
cheerful song flies
over our heads.
Through the freeze-fried grass to pond’s edge,
footsteps crunching.
Luna, ever
the explorer,
sniffs and paws at each new smell, sight,
always present,
a reminder
for her mistress.
Author: BHW
I am an octogenarian, mother, grandmother, wife, sister, friend, voracious reader, and amateur poet. I am dedicated to keeping both my mind and body active through yoga and tai chi, walks with my dog, rich discussion with my book club and 80+ groups, and numerous other activities. I have a deep curiosity about the world and its inhabitants.
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