A dog sits
On a pebbled beach
With lake water
As still as silence,
No clouds in sight
For the sky to embrace,
The sun a sphere
Of fire and flame.
A dragonfly’s path
Is the trail of its prey
The humming bees trading
The whiz of wasps,
The morning songbird
Sings from a maple branch
Squirrels run
And the squirrels dance.
Geese descend like floatplanes
On the water’s surface
Scattering beavers feasting
On sedges and cattails.
The urban sound of a city
Is hard to reach
While a dog sits in silence
On a pebbled beach.