hung low, delicately fragrant.
You and I seated just there
taking in the delightful perfume
diffused by the cool evening breeze
while Marbles lounged beneath our chairs
eyes closed, mouth slightly opened.
In our small pond,
a hundred tiny guppies
flit and flash in the shadowy water.
The sound of a key in the door
and a declaration, "I’m home".
Marbles opened his eyes
in anticipation, and we smiled.