Its early AM Saturday and we’re sitting in the sun
where trees let rays reach the patio - the mist left
a wee bit sooner today, amazingly less chilled as
Friday’s or compared to Thursday’s ‘ice’ invested
breath; tiny finches wrest with dew-blessed seed
on the lawn & Podge - unimpressed by their avid
foraging, awaits colonic urges suggesting that its
time for him to wander up the geriatric track
Once upon a time we’d be up and away at break
of dawn come hail or shine - he even expressed
astonishment on Her Ladyship’s proposition that
she take him for a stroll - altho’ he didn’t quail or
blench, simply disappeared & reappeared when
it was safe to resume his elective somnolence
© 20 August 2016, I. D. Carswell
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