My Life as a Mop

Until recently, I lived as a mop. I collected bits of debris wherever I went. I gathered up dried leaves, dead grass, sticky burrs, pokey juniper fronds and pine needles. My mustache trapped kibble crumbs, little chips of cheese, pieces of pretzel and stray bits of fluff. My tail was decorated with trinkets like a wind chime. I was, to put it quite simply, a quicker picker upper.

Lucky dog that I am, there is Nancy. Within a short time, she can turn me into a sleek and stylin' pooch.

Now the only thing I collect is snuggles and hugs from the humans. I love being me!

Bear on tthe Mountain

I've been hiking on Pyramid Mountain, and I have not been alone. Yes, the humans were there with their packs and water bottles and long legs. The birds were there singing spring songs and wearing their spring feathers. The trees and shrubs were in their places squeezing out droplets of green buds and some purple viloets were sprinkled in the grass. The sun was there, too, giving us warmth. In the distance were the snow covered peaks, peeking out behind the hills. I was in good company on the trail to Pyramid Mountain and did not feel alone. It is good to share the trail with others, no matter who they are!

In My View

In my view is the world

of humans

and of animals

of love and peace

and of play.

In my view are questions

about behaviour

and acceptance

about what is right

and what is next.

The world and it's questions

are mysteries to be known or unknown,

in my view, as it should be.