Mid-morning temperatures rise with the sun
as I sip coffee by the fireplace.
Leah’s vacuuming roars, drowns the yowls
of my mini-schnauzer’s summons,
“You will come and get me.” But, I don’t.
Now working by the dining room window,
I look up, spot two field sparrows pick and peck
at the tube feeder. A blood-colored intruder
flaps furious wings,
clears a space and lights.
Moments later, Karma
from the neighbor’s power drill,
clears the perch.
I hear Leah grunt, then chuckle,
unused mop set aside,
as soapy circles swab hardwood—
tenacious knees move backward
for “stretches better than Pilates.”
Out the window, an orange fox squirrel
jumps on the other feeder, spread-eagles across
the roof, shakes it like a paint color mixer
breaking its handle.
Furry friends scatter
in an un-lidded popper.
Indoors, the ticking clock reminds me it’s time.
I save my work, deposit yowler
in grass, thank Leah with smile and cash
as she takes a last swipe across counters.
On the way to the car, Leah strokes
Canine Verbose’s nose
through chain links.
“You’re a little stinker!” she scolds.