
Seagulls graze in the morning
Ducks criticize at dawn

Crows peck at schoolyard doors

Walking with my dog Paddy
Wondering where he’ll lead
But knowing he remembers
Fingers too soon all pinky/thumb -numb
Saturdays are for sailors
But walking for the birds
While waiting to have new knees

Greeting the day with my pals
Such mornings not only for the birds
But grace is a winged song
Warning and warming
As the red dawn rises in delight.