warm november sun

I sit in the sun behind my guard dogs We are all three as warm as toasted buttered bread My eyes close; this is a well-earned respite. I could easily nap, my body is relaxed. My eyes flutter as I feel them closing I am suddenly awakened by the irritating caw of a crow He has broken the serenity, but not taken the sun There is still something to smile about warm november sun soothing as a lullabye awakened by a crow