As if the big weather vane in the sky heard me,
I woke to a bit of that yellow stuff trying
to squeak through the clouds.
Of course, since I've written about it,
it'll go away but until it does,
I'll be working in my disaster
called a yard.
So, imagine me
listening to birds
like my dog does.
(my dream is a lovely gardenlike yard
and my dog dreams of sitting on her
deck and barking at squirrels)
~ JC ~