The tail-less lizard sits beside me on the arm of the chair,

The border collie is at my feet,

And the tiniest of tabbies snoozes in the sun..

Both of whom could have been responsible

for the anole’s current lack of ballast…

Yet all were content, in the moment.

The bright red bottle brush

In full bloom sang with the songs of sparrows and cardinals,

Of butterfly and bee.

With Her branches intertwined with the budding ornamental cherry

She weaves truth.

We are beautiful together.