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.