Labrador Retriever (credit:
Wikipedia)
Oyama Morning
The
restful sleep of boyish innocence
Awakens,
stretches, smiles through dreamy eyes,
Looks
over sunlit window ledge and spies
His
Labrador, Black Queen, fixed, pointing, tense,
Below
the dewy grass and picket fence,
Stock
still, as now the air her black nose tries,
Then
delicate with stealth, she steps ... Surprise!
A
pheasant cock splits dawn light rays' suspense
And
arcing, flapping, squalling, climbs the skies,
Squawks
window-by, a boyish reach away;
Flinch-startle
back, now pause, now hear him bray;
Lean out
and see the green-red-golden glide
Fade
into drifting dust of breaking day,
The
flowing tail and wings in squawking pride,
Through
fresh, rose-saffron Canada, immense.
Pheasant in flight (credit: Archibald Thorburn, via
Wikimedia Commons)
Vineyard in Okanagan Valley, British Columbia, Canada
(credit: Kelowna09, via Wikimedia Commons)
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