Country Living
I took my life into my hands and shook her.
Is this living? I asked.
She grinned.
We are already in the country, which was my dream
Once upon a time. But is it still?
I questioned this until the birds began to sing.
Then I knew.
This is absolute living.
A red fox sauntered by, way down the hill.
His fluffy tail making him appear jaunty and fun.
I laughed when he heard my laugh and raced away.
Squirrels came down and began chasing each other
Up and down the tree, around the tree.
One of them was dancing on the tiny red ledge of the bird feeder.
If this isn’t living, what would be? I asked the cat.
She yawned and rolled over, letting the sun tickle her tummy.
The dog ran off barking hysterically, angry because he had seen the deer.
The deer bounded off, one black tail, another white.
The flowers smiled at me from my garden.
Red roses, hot pink tulips, lavender lilacs.
My husband came out to the porch.
Is this living or what? He asked me.
He was wearing his underwear.
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