I spend my early meowning hours
having freshly brewed coffee while
enjoying the sounds of life.
My new Keurig machine makes
the nicest smelling drinks.
I sit in the den sipping while I check
what the world was up to while I slept.
Always some sort of fighting going on somewhere.
Odd stories about odd things.
Sometimes a story about something grand.
While I'm updating myself, I hear my world.
The sounds of a puppy chewing on a box.
Why she still likes that I don't know
but every morning she finds it.
but every morning she finds it.
It's an old file folder.
Purrfect for her to carry around.
Purrfect for her to carry around.
She even puts her long nose in it.
This meowning, I also heard
the flock of Canadian Geese
that seem to do fly byes over my woods.
I love their sound.
Brings absolute joy to my heart.
The other sounds are the washer humming in the other room.
That Rough Collie is still learning to wait til I get up.
Oh well, we are almost there.
She's a smart one this pup.
She's a smart one this pup.
That's what my meownings are like.
I make breakfast for my girls while
they visit the darkness of their yard.
The little one is so excited to eat.
She's brought the youthfulness back to my older one.
Later, after they finish is when she visits with me.
She loves to be near me.
After she's tired of her toys, she asks to be held.
We do the Mom and Jodie love time.
For those few moments, my heart heals and melts.
She has brought me back.
She has healed my soul.
She has brought meaning to this old lady in the woods.
So, Maddy Jean and I will survive.
The cats aren't sure about her.
It will take more time.
Change always does.
And those are my thoughts on this
Thursday in the woods.
~ JC ~
