Tulip’s Kiss

This morning i kissed a tulip.
We had been flirting for days.
Its face still buried deep in dewy green cheeks.
Above me woodpeckers demanded a bounty as distant dove’s cooed their opinion.
Teenage fir trees barely shoulder high standing noble and guarded.
Shaking them makes it look like they giggle.
I go back to practicing my saunter.
At the top of the hill I cast the sun’s first shadow.
The king of my posse: two dogs and a
dwindling cat who knew we all would wait.
Our morning rounds – life’s coffee.

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