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.