A month ago (June 23) I wrote a post titled “My dog is a friend and companion” This is an update to that post. My friend and companion, who I knew all his life, 13 years finished the race before me. The last few weeks for him was down-hill. As with most elderly, he’d like to take several naps each day and only get up for some water and when time to eat. When he needed to go out to do his business, it was a slow task for him to walk to the door. In the last two weeks he’d look up to me as if to say I need help to the door. I’d pick him up and stroke his back as I walked with him in my arms to the door. I’d stand there and watch him. His skinny little legs barely kept him standing. When he finished, I’d go out and bring him back in. He’d sit on my lap as I watched television. When it was time for bed, we’d both get up, our stiff and aching joints made both of us move slowly to our bed. This past weekend he couldn’t get up. Earlier in the year we took him to the vet, tests showed a high elevated liver count. The vet said it could be cancer and at his age it would only be a matter of time. I took him back to the Vet hospital on Monday. The vet examined him and said it is best he be euthanized. He wasn’t in pain, but he lost all his strength and energy and lost half of his normal weight. I thank God for these 13 years we had together. Our dog, Leo, gave me and my wife unconditional love. Leo was a pet who was raised and trained with unconditional love also.
I am at my local coffee shop reading my i-pad eating a bagel and sipping coffee. I looked up and from the position of my table, I see a pair of long nude legs.
One leg crossed over her other leg her feet wore black patent stiletto heels. One foot makes a slow circular motion as to beckon me to come closer. Her suntanned legs looked like a fine polished piece of furniture.
Thoughtfully, I picked up my empty cup, paper napkins and went toward the trash receptacle. As I came closer to her I thought I’d compliment her and say you have nice legs. Instead I asked, “ is this where I put my tray”? With a hitch hikers wave her thumb pointed to the rectangular sign that read “Thank You”. Hmmm! I wonder if she read my thoughts or pointed for me to empty my trash.
This a poem I felt bless to write. I wrote it in sonnet. I hope you all enjoy it.
Wisdom is a knowledge that is divine.
Foolishness is a lacking of good sense.
During these new times evil has no fence.
Thoughts of injustice fill our soul and mind.
Fools will not believe and will mock their sin.
Our efforts and pleas seem inadequate.
But God’s justice will reign and handle it.
God sees clearly for in the end sin will not win.
Be patient, our Lord has not let us down.
Jesus will come to carry up the good.
He will always proudly wear the kings’ crown.
I trust my Lord for He said he will come.
Trust Jesus for His angels will rebound.
In revelations the end is understood.
By Richard Smith
A Piece of Advice
Great Blue Heron
This is an amazing bird. The great blue heron walks ever so cautiously through the water. Each step is placed like it is walking on thin ice. Not a ripple is made as it makes its way through the water. Near the edge of the water a fallen tree lies, the branches hang out over the water. With the help of the bird’s massive wings, the heron leaps onto a branch. When its wings are spread out, this giant of a bird appears like a pre historic bird. Now, on the limb, it stands motionless like a bluish, grey statue. The great blue is a territorial bird. Always aware of its surrounding, his head with its long sword like beak turns ever so slowly. It appears to be a passive bird. But, if something should invade its territory it will let out a horrific screech of a sound; with its large flapping wings and the sword like beak charging after you is enough to make the invader seek another place. Most of the time he is a very slow moving bird, except when he is catching a fish. When he spots the fish, he dives into the water like a bolt of lighting and with a great splash comes out of the water with its catch.
Photo by: Richard Smith
For me this is a rare photo capture to see an owl drinking water. As well as it blended in with the surrounding area, I almost missed this shot. I only found it by luck.
The barred owl is a large typical owl native to North America. Best known as the hoot owl for its distinctive call.
Hope you all enjoy!!! May you have a great day.
This is my first attempt in writing an English sonnet. Hope you all enjoy !!
Comments and criticism are welcome