Morning Traffic
MORNING TRAFFIC
William Masters
This morning, from my bedroom window view,
I watched a dog sniff down my garden path.
He did not know I watched him as he tasted
The red camellia blossom that he bit in half.
Then he licked the morning dew
From several blades of grass,
And with glancing eyes and shifting paws,
He jumped aside to let a caterpillar pass.
Excited by the sidewalk sounds,
He turned to watch, unabashed,
The parade of morning leashes
With captive dogs attached.
Then, with stately canine grace,
He turned around and left the place.
Copyright © William Masters | Year Posted 2020
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