Reading Mary Oliver by the fire
I stumble upon her profound word
That to pay attention is our proper work
So, listening alone, I start to hear
The crackle of the wood and hissing
Small critters winding down their days
Dogs here and there howling at the moon
The crunch crunch of gravel under passing vehicles
And faintly the communication of wild geese flying overhead
I think, wow, I’m glad I’m not dead
What a gift and a pleasure to be aware
Of life continuing to unfold and take hold
Hardtack Rat 
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