The Silence of the Little Things (2)
Every morning I take
my wee dog Peace
out into the yard
where he releases the night’s accumulation
of water back into the earth.
Today his tiny friend
Matilda was there
with her grey/white yin/yang face.
I crouched to greet her.
With the silence of the little things
she stood on her back feet and smelled my face
her paw almost not touching my knee.
The sweet force of her curiosity
toppled me back
and we laughed
as Peace held the space
and Matilda winked.
originally written October 2015
Nicole Marie Moen
Poems, stories, quotes and musings about beauty, mystery, humans and all life on earth.