Who else would be awake before five in the morning
just so’s to scribble some words on a paper?
(Yes, I still use pen/cil and paper.)
Another day given me
to litter the world with words.
(Probably the best thing ever invented.)
And as I sit outside in the chilly air,
drinking tea, writing,
one of my dogs comes out
through the dog door.
I’m assuming not to write,
(He does like my doggerel, though.)
but he’s a morning dog
just as some people are morning people.
And when the sun is about to rise,
light reveals a hoary morning-scape –
Light blues and whites permeate everywhere.
Across a presence of dark silhouettes
of motley trees,
I see a neighbor’s tall pine
bent over, stooping
into another neighbor’s yard.
And I wonder if it will make it
past expected Winter,
and the expected snow.
it looks bent on joining another neighbor’s yard.
The other trees pay it no mind.
Trees are not egalitarian,
avaricious and extremely solitary.
We should give them individual names.
My dog doesn’t notice.
We both know what he thinks of trees.
And he is far from competitive.
Copyright © 2011 Marvin Loyd Welborn. All Rights Reserved.
I totally get that about morning dogs – mine are afternoon dogs. They hate being dragged out for a walk before noon.
Got one AM and one PM; and the Only reason the PM will be up in the AM is because the AM is up….competitive thing in her.
Oy — morning dogs.
This is really nice.
A nice morning scene you painted here… unfortunately we don’t have pets but I do find it interesting to know that there are “morning” dogs ~
Happy day ~