Comfortable in terracotta

Comfortable in terracotta

Lazy sunlight
stretches
across our sleeping
dog’s long back,
persistent
solar rays
pecking
more grass
and insects
than our
chicken called Tac.
Nearby, our gate
angles outward
casting
checkered
shadows
set in
cement,
rose bushes
revolt raising
red flags,
taking offense
to a fence,
so pointless
to own a
pointed
defense.
All the while,
I silently
watch
behind
the screen
door,
standing like
the lone
potted plant,
comfortable
in terracotta,
transfixed
to a corner
of this
terra firma.

About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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11 Responses to Comfortable in terracotta

  1. Gallivanta says:

    Nice! I wouldn’t mind lying out in the sun with your dog.

  2. apurvakj says:

    Love the picture!…calm and soothing..like a lazy Sunday!

  3. Reblogged this on The ancient eavesdropper and commented:

    “There are no ordinary moments”
    Dan Millman

  4. Love the sleeping sun soaking dog and that chicken! Wonder-filled poem as well. ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Thank you, Anna! I’m always scanning my surroundings, drawing on my senses to snap and scribe a story! Hope you have a relaxing weekend, my friend!
      Cheers,
      Tyler ๐Ÿ™‚

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