Birds buzzing, bees humming, spiders
Creating art. Frog croaks are music.
Lily pads in a fish pond - Max, a bath.
Little brown baby birds jumped from
Branch to branch, eating bugs.
Mother sat quietly on her perch.
As I watched, I wondered about Boo.
Caged wild, free at last, joined
A wild flock, and soared ever higher.
Max is my dog, Boo Boo was my canary.
Copyright © June Ellen Smith | Year Posted 2010
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