Monday, February 9, 2015


            This little pup, tucked in beside my hip
            As we both sit in our recliner chair,          
            Emits a sigh, while I take one more sip           
            Of mocha latte from my cup—and stare          
            Into the brightening dawn while listening to           
            The chirrs and peeps and caws of birds           
            Announcing there is business to pursue:           
            For them it’s seeds and bugs; for me it’s words.           
            A distant train blares at a crossing gate,           
            An airplane rumbles toward its landing strip           
            While I sit here and calmly contemplate           
            In this amusing state of Serendip.               
                 Out of the ether, novel notions flow,
                Which only those who contemplate will know.