A day before Valentine's

Relaxed, a friend and a friend,

one in stoop, how else?

One bird and one hound

following or finding way on way through a most lush void…

A song beyond empty thoughts,

resonating

amidst the trees.

To lead or to listen,

the bird waits.

A run so strong and mighty yet

feigning comfort.

Without confidence in step,

the beating barking

pause.

A forecast of divisive pause.

The trust of a pause within a pause.

Then, a breath!

A most pregnant leap—

by the bird—

rushing down

to swallow a bark,

and catch an eye,

A walk,

A well of inward sight,

I cannot help but seek

to know myself as the dog with the bark,

or more gentle, as the bird with a beak?