I see them in the early morning,
tugging their humans along on a leash.
Some happy to be once again outside, while others still in the throws of
waking up. The older ones walking
quietly, too early for socializing, the young ones barking hello to everyone
they see, almost dragging their humans to hurry.
I, with my coffee, inside, warm
and quiet, type this for you to read at this moment. I wonder what your view is. Do you have a window? Are you seeing life outside.
And what of trees? Have you a forest, alive with wild things,
sounds and perhaps mysteries? Should you
ever hunt for mysteries, you need but look to the shadows. They are there, trust me. Never obvious, they tend to lurk. They are without wings, but teeth for sure.
The humans feel mostly safe, tethered
to their walkers.
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