The dogs commence their canine chorus
In a mishmash of keys, minor & major
Spreading eastward from the lake
& the creek which divides this village
A baying hound anchors the bass line
The Rottweiler an irate baritone
Down neighbouring blocks, dogs of assorted heritage
Yip & howl & growl
Much umbrage is taken by all
Meanwhile the black bears shamble along
In trios, duos & solos
Sniffing beach rocks for the faint trace of picnics
Or juicy berries, all gone by fall
& plums & apples & walnuts & grapes
All fallen or picked, dried, frozen, canned
The bears follow their noses
Ignore the howling dogs
Whose people, raking leaves
Baking bread, sawing firewood
Hear only the Sunday bells & shrug or smile
As the caterwauling opera subsides
& the bears head into the trees
& only the shushing creek sounds
& the bells echo in these mountains
I am now a full-time writer having retired from work as a lighthouse keeper, full- and part-time from 2008-2021 on Canada's West Coast. When Life is tough, for a friend or myself, I try to rally with the expression: Onwords! Upwords! hence the title of this blog. At one brief point in my previous career in publishing, I called myself Wayword Promotions and helped colleagues figure out publishing contracts, organize reading tours and the like. Now I'm relaunching my own writing career. Onwords!
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