Treasure Haiku (Circumstance)
Treasure may differ
Depending on circumstance
And place in this world
I like to put extra bird food on the ground for my favorite back yard squirrel, Curtiss. Yes, she is my favorite- I can always recognize her by the notch on her right ear! I have been watching her across the seasons. I have watched her build a nest in my dogwood tree for her babies, and I have watched her move those babies when danger (in the form of a hawk) had been near. I have watched her watch me, eye to eye, as she lounges on the tree branches. I have watched her diligently gather acorns in preparation for the winter. Other squirrels, with their own personality traits, partake in this food treasure too. But, only when Curtiss lets them. She is the queen!
Today, with so much distress in the world, I am counting my blessings and feeling greatful indeed.
This is my eighth 2017 post for year three of Cardinal Guzman’s photo challenge, The Changing Seasons. You can post a photo gallery (V1) or a single photo (V2) that showcases your view of the month. You can check out the Cardinal’s page for the general challenge rules and join right in! His photos are fantastic! Like last year, I am planning to add a haiku along with my single V2 photo each month. Even though it has been said that a picture paints a thousand words, I like pairing pictures and words; both can still mean different things to different people.
All my previous Changing Seasons posts are in one place under the Changing Seasons header at the top of the page. Take a look around my blog if you are interested! Comments are welcome!
Pal is a treasure. He is six years old and is a friendly boy. He loves everyone and he loves life.
My brother and I drove over an hour away to get him when he was a puppy. We drove down some long, dusty, rural roads where we finally found the house where he was waiting for us.
We already had Pal’s name picked out, thanks to my mom, before we ever even met him. True to his name, Pal bounded right up to meet us, his long ears swaying as he ran.
We noticed Pal’s distinctive eyes, one brown and one blue. He stood out among his siblings. We knew he was the dog for us. I held Pal in my arms all the way home. We have a special bond.
Pal lives with my brother. My house is Pal’s second home so we say he is my dog too!
We didn’t know that Pal would wind up having special needs because of his seizures. We have spent countless hours researching seizure control. Pal just goes on about his happy life.
He is smart and follows commands-when he is listening! He loves to run and play. He barks with joy and occasionally shares his special Bassett Hound howl. He takes over the couch when he wants to rest and gently lays his head in the lap of his choice.
We joke that Pal thinks that everything belongs to him. We know we are his people.