As I set off on a walk with my dog at dusk,
The clatter of her claws on the pavement sets a rhythm.
If I listen, I hear the crickets bringing in the strings.
Singing frogs lend support with their soprano chorus
And dairy cows clank restlessly in their milking stations.
This is what I know.
This is the way it always is.
This is so familiar I don’t hear it
Unless I make myself pay attention.
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,wildlife