As the sun shines

As the sun shines

Two dogs laze

Sleeping easily

Snoring freely

Ignoring the ants

Busy with their discoveries

Collective unconscious

Can move mountains

A crafty old crow

Who knows when

To work alone

Sidles to the food bowl

Pilfers a crumb before

Ambling boldy

Across to the water dish

To steal a drink,

Splashing attentively

In a daily cleansing ritual

The old dog raises an eyebrow

The pup jumps up

A young gun

On the run

The bird flutters

Onto a distant rooftop,

A gable end,

Faux Victoriana,

Echoing the frustrated bark

With a mocking caw

The crow will wait

Until the heat of the day

Draws the sting out

Of even the most enthusiastic

Bird catcher

Not that he had ever been caught

Or likely would be

Not on a lazy dog day

Of an afternoon

Like this

When it is only

The ants who will be

Industrious enough

To carry

Their surprises

All the way home