The Heaviness

The quiet is heavy with the emptiness Leaves mingle and as the soft winds rustle They whisper I am The crows this morning complained loudly Only unshelled peanuts filled the rail There are times when the days do not Speak to me nor fill my heart with hope The crows have left the fence The leaves are still This day is heavy with gray clouds The dog needs his stitches taken out He does not trust us today He may forgive in an hour Such is the heart of a dog that is loved The crows not so much I am so tired Deeply deeply worn and weary What can I find to be Refilled restocked replenished And look again toward the sky filled with stars And the stars twinkle back?