Tuesday, September 22, 2015

MORNING DEW






Morning dew on the grass makes me feel like

I’m walking on the moon.

I close my eyes and in my mind’s eye I see

the Earth.

Space is dark and cold;

there are millions of stars.

I feel so light and carefree.

On Earth I’d be heavy and the pull of gravity

would make everything sag,

but here

I feel like a cotton ball

light and fluffy.

Suddenly, I feel the grass is now squishy.

I open my eyes.

I look down.

I see that I just walked into

my dog’s poo.


Oh, Lady! Bad dog!