Dogs snuggled at my feet,
sun rising, cozy in my bed.
Trees reaching for the light,
squirrels making their home in my flower-pot;
digging up roots I painstakingly planted.
Fury pulses through my veins while the moment before I was peaceful, calm and serene. I reach for my shot-gun but of course I don’t own one.
Blue Jays soaring by competing for the same food. They run back and forth on the deck while the dogs continue sleeping completely oblivious.
A Red Tail Hawk swoops to score the squirrel and flies off.
My eyes open like saucers, National Geographic before my very eyes; contentment once again found.
Now I know how an eye for an eye was born, and why I’ve never gotten any cherries.
I am grateful for the farmers and their painstaking labor of working the fields and I vow to let the animals roam freely and forget this foolishness that I will ever bear fruit or arms.
Except for those that hug.
So weet and lovely Cindy.👌✍️
Thank you Lokesh. You really reached deep in my few posts in blogging in the early years. Very kind of you!
Thank you so much. It has been 5 years since you are blogging. Amazing work! 👏🏻👏🏻
I love this reflection. Had no idea you were blogging back in 2015!
Thanks.. I did a few and stopped with time❣️
I just re-read that and don’t even remember that I wrote it. Thanks for the message so I could look back. Little did I know I’d have a coyote to dear with lol 🤣. I liked it too. Thanks.. Mabye I’ll pull it up again1❤️🌷🤗🙏🙏🙏🙏