See the world at their feet;
A sweet breeze blows;
Blue sky overhead
Hides no hawks,
No other threat.
Small wonder their brushy tails
Curl up boldly,
Shimmering in the sun.
Small wonder their
Seed-stuffed mouths
Seem to smile at me.
©2019 John I. Blair, 7/20/2019
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