CHANGES

Buster here! I am mostly a terrier dog. Mister Tom tells me that “terrier” means “of the earth.” That is, my focus is on the ground. He says it explains why I follow scent trails on the ground and patrol the fence lines. I like to believe it means I am the “salt of the earth,” humble and unpretentious.

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Eddie and I investigate everything when we are OUTSIDE. We need to know what exciting changes occurred since our last outing. New seasons bring dramatic changes and are exhilarating.

CHANGES (Copyright 2013 by Buster J. Brown)

Changes come with each new season,
Embrace the change, don’t search for reason.

New sights, new sounds, new smells abound,
Ears perked at the ready, nose to the ground.

Above I see geese that are flocking,
Listening skyward, sand hill cranes croaking.

Chipmunks actively stock winter store,
Racing to and fro with one tidbit more.

And those sneaky marauding squirrels,
Taunt and tease, I swear they chortle.

Each leaf that falls from the trees,
Dance ‘cross lawn on afternoon breeze.

I examine the leaves, each and every,
Tales they do tell to me and Eddie.

What treasures ‘neath leaves piled in a mound,
I plow underneath determined and bound.

Invigorated by the morning chill,
I’m exhausted exercising my sporting skills.

Comes afternoon with warming sunshine,
Next on agenda, Buster’s nap time.

 

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