we pause and turn our heads as much as dogs do our eyes and ears scan like there’s they could just as well walk us, leashed and leading them along the path though their noses would hold up the parade our tongues would hang out and we’d whine to go home --- --- --- five weeds found friendship near a sprinkler head truly an odd group of tall and spindly short and dumpy one prickly, one feathery another sprawled on the ground, hanging out like bored teenagers at

wait till the ladies back at the hive hear about this! finding this huge crimson flower she can’t believe her luck and like a new neighborhood bar will probably return over and over to drink with the girls while I shoo away this persistent bee who’s frantic to land on my red hoody as I stand outside my car before I wrote this poem I never imagined a bee might have feelings

one’s shaped like a pillow, but works like a well-oiled machine while the other is invisible, yet soft as a pillow one keeps our bodies fighting strong in a physical world the other cuddles and protects us from a cruel world one is the wings of the dragon the other makes the dragon cry