I walk the dogs at night.
Darkness surrounds me,
except the slight flicker of a street light.
It seems too quiet sometimes,
my imagination runs wild with possibilities.
A wimper in the distance,
is it a baby crying or a mouse squeeling?
I keep walking determined to get home.
My pace quickens, but home seems far.
The leaves rustle in the wind,
they blow past my face, making it hard to see.
The dogs are small, useless I think,
but they are as alert as I am.
Noises surround us as we scurry home.
How many miles left I wonder,
hoping for just one.
10 Ways of Looking at the Sky
1.
The clouds billow like waves,
rolling around like kids in the snow.
But the snow is blue and the kids are white and fluffy.
2.
Sometimes I look up and it is dark,
like someone is unhappy and their
face turns bright red.
3.
Tiny droplets fall from this expansive space
like its crying out in sadness.
Yearning for the bright yellow circle.
4.
When the bright yellow circle is out
in December, it's playing tricks on our eyes.
You walk outside and it feels chilled.
5.
It is endless this blue space up there.
And at dusk it turns from blue to orange,
to purple, then black.
6.
In the city you are less visible.
Glass building reflect your image,
although it is not quite as beautiful.
7.
When the droplets begin to fall,
it is surprising come November,
when they are in fussy star shapes.
8.
And when blossoms form on trees
in the spring, you turn back to
damp droplets with roaring winds.
9.
Somedays I wake up and fell grey,
so I ask you to be blue
and carry the bright yellow circle.
10.
I am thankful for your blueness,
but somedays,
I wish you could be pink...
my favorite color.
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