Canine

Just sitting there in the backyard, a waggling tail, short legs and a face you could say is smiling. Her yellow-ish white coat in a tanned vanilla resemblance shinning under the radiant sun. She runs back and forth across the backyard chasing birds and bees.
“oh what a cute puppy, what´s her name?” Anne asks,
“Coco” is my reply,
she adds “oh like Coco Chane-“,
“No” -I interrupt- “just plain Coco”.
She wags her tail as she hears her name, and continues running. Looks like she caught something, holding her two front paws bellow her head as if keeping a treasure and guarding the entrance. She lifts them off to take a peek and away flies the little bee that she held so tightly within her grasp.
She jumps up in the air as if she wants to take a bite out of it and snaps her mouth shut, she does this several times until the bee is way out of reach. She pauses to scratch behind her left ear with her hind leg, and then again spots this malevolent little critter and devises a plan to end with his evil plot to, to.. do what.. it, it should not be or.. well she´s determined to catch him, and that´s what she´ll do. She runs, spins, jumps and barks, one way or another, she will catch it!
For a moment it does seem like she has him again, she peeks through her little paws and sees nothing, so she jumps up and searches the skies, there he is! Shes got him right where she wanted. She makes a move and jumps in the air and snatches him within her jaws and he vanishes, to then appear again as she opens her mouth.
“Coco” i call her, “it´s time for your walk”.
She runs straight for the door waging her tail running to evade me as if I´m out to catch her. I open the door and she dashes for the entrance door, I turn to get her leash but at that same moment my sister comes in from school so the four legged creature makes a run for it and heads for the street. I run out behind her and seeing an oncoming car i call for her, before she tries to cross but its too late,
“Coco!”.
The driver slams the brakes but the little dogs fate was already set.

Revamp

Leaf after leaf, flower after flower. Those trees blossom into the spring setting, the whole bright colors sparkling over the green luscious life that make up our backyards, gardens and parks. I see a lady-bug making its way across the terrain it has chosen to seek a path through. Surely searching for something on the other end.
As I set my eyes over the trees above I hear the birds fluttering and chirping, hidden by their camouflaged feathers that conceal them within those branches and flowers. I see you little birdie, I see you picking and eating, singing and dancing, interacting with others of your kind.
And as I sit here contemplating what’s around me I can’t help but think of my personal ‘spring’. Do I see myself as the person from last season? Have I undergone the withering yet renewing age of time as that of the past autumn? Am I the blossomed, fruitful, and renovated being I should be?
I think that to know this I should set my eyes back on my surroundings and see for myself the changes I’ve brought upon myself.

Aspirations

A diamond can be told if fake or not, an answer right or wrong, a rock from a stone and catch from bait, but tell me now, can you see a wish from a dream? Do not dreams portray the unthinkable, and somewhat sought after delights of our inner self, of our body, mind and maybe spirit. And we ponder over these extravagant ideas that soothe our thoughts and hearts. Wishes, those simple little things that we long for so profoundly, those that we immensely seek to accomplish. They are those ideas that penetrate from within our hearts and minds, to only run through our veins and flow from our desires to our achievements. Can we always embrace these desires and run them clear of doubt that they are completed, as we prove to ourselves that not only can we wish or dream but also achieve and accomplish because we have our minds set on those goals that compel us those needs to replenish our lives with the peace of mind.

Serenity

Water droplets running down the window, clouds sliding across the darkest skies; the moon hidden beneath the shadow of its own glory. Barks echoing, the sound of pouring rain over the roof, cars passing by rolling watery tires over the pavement. Sputters of sound crashing in the air, the voices of speech, movement and emotion. Where is my silence? Where is my peace? What am I missing out on? My body quivers on this cold empty house, home for the brave. Where can I find you eloquent friend? Can I seek you here and there? Do the rivers cry your name? Do the clouds shine under you fame? Does that book speak well of you? Will you tell what I can do? My watch sings as the hands spin over each number each vowel of time and day the structure of age and life.

Carriáge

The wooden and finely ornamented wheels rolling hard over the pebbles that lie over the dirt road, ‘Tidbit’ the horse hound trotting along, a clicker and a thump sounding inside the wagon. A can of dried fruit is opened for a delectable treat, the clipity-clop of the horses echoing through the surrounding forest. And eyes cast over them, watching as they slide past an old rotten tree that hangs loose over the path. The mist of the morning calming the dirt as it sits under the passing thumps and kicks the horses’ produce, the wind soothing the heat of the sun that rises from the east. Past the evening and past the afternoon, it’s now night time. The sun hiding in the west, the stars shining above and the moon gleams a smile. The thoroughfare is blocked, not a barricade but a stop, the horses neigh and a bark is heard, seated not a worry but a sigh, voices resound and steps are taken. Doors on each side maintain their closure, but a balance is undone and the wagon lost a son. The horses hey and the dog barks. Will is drawn but power is unveiled.

Situation

The can rolled down the driveway. He picked up the paper bag full of groceries and placed it in his car.He reached to get the can back, when he turned he could not see it. It must have rolled under the car, he thought to himself. He bent over to only find three leaves flowing with the cold breeze. It was getting dark so it would be difficult to look for the can now. He closed the trunk of his two door sedan and carried the rest of the groceries into his home.
He oponed the door, switched the living room lights on with his elbow and proceeded to the kitchen where the lights went on in the same manner. He droped the bags onto the counter and went for a glass of water. He opened the cupboard then noticed something by the toaster.It was the can. At first it seemed normal to see such an item in the kitchen but then remembered he had dropped it. So how in the world did it get there? He arched his arm over to get it but at that same moment the lights went out, he cought nothing.
It´s no time to panic but this is getting freaky, he thought to himself. He looked outside through the kitchen window to see if anyone else had lost power. But all the houses he could see were still glowing. He headed over to the power box by the staircase and on his way tried the lights, the switch was down, so he turned it up. The kitchen was lit again.
Once the lights go on he sees that the grocery bags were missing and the food was spread over the counters. He panicked. He ran for the phone and dialled 911 but only to hear someone say say on the other line "Joe's Pizza". He repeated the call for the police but all he could hear was a lawn mower. The lights whent out and then back on. The phone hung loose over the counter. He was gone.

Seasons Greetings

The morning came around and I was wide awake. The sun was shining into my room hitting its rays on my feet, it was warm. After breakfast I headed to Montgomery Park to meet up with some friends to later go shopping at the mall and maybe get a glimpse at the new store opening there.
Jane Brook and Chelsea were all waiting by the old oak tree, we walked to the mall. It was cold and snowy but the sun shone high above. With coats, hats and scarves we strolled down Fairy Avenue. Once there we stopped by the candy store and bought some lollipops. The accessories store was near and without hesitation we were there.
The day went on smoothly, we had lunch at the food court and by suppertime I was home. With my new coat and bots in hand I went to the kitchen to only find Whiskers eating at her bowl. Something was in the oven and it wanted attention.
"Ten minutes till’ supper"
She was told by her mother who appeared in the kitchen pulling out plates from the cupboard.
I immediately opened the silverware drawer and took out four forks and knives.
"We have guests today so make it six forks and knives, aunt and uncle Wilberk are over for Christmas and this year from Ohio."
Oh no not the Wilberks, she thought to herself. With their odd odor, sagging skin, insightful remarks and foreign manners, and the fact that they are fascinated with youngsters for that they did not have kids of their own. Sure they were nice but they were the odd bunch of the family. Good thing they came to visit once in a blue moon for the occasional family gathering.
The table was set and we were all seated about to begin prayer, I’m busy minding my own business, Jimmy feeds whiskers some chicken and my parents offer their attentive ears to the ramblings of the Wilberks particularly uninteresting stories of their trips to Asia. I can smell them from over here and I’m on the opposite side of the table. How long were they going to be here again? Oh yea, about two weeks.

Christmas

It was more than a snowy bright morning; to Timmy it was a magical day. With his new Red Robin Deluxe Woodland tricycle he roamed the streets and sidewalks in the roundabout neighborhood he lived in. Crushing snow and running on the moist leaves that lie cuddled beneath the snow, he was the King. Clamped on his rear tire there was a clothespin where deep within its grips was his Mickey Rogers baseball card, he now rode a motorcycle. His very own motorcycle.
The wheels rolled and his horn honked, he swung tight corners and drove through ramps, nothing could stop him now- His mother called out standing by the door that led to the front yard,
“Timmy supper-time!”.
His reign of glory had ended for today, but happily went home, for that he knew that once the night had passed and he had breakfast he would ride again and ride with joy, but tonight was a good night, he would brush it’s rims and polish it’s shine, he would clean each gap and dry the melting snow, his bike would sparkle like new again and smile it’s glorious red glow on him.
He eagerly went home to eat and fell sound asleep, a smile from ear to ear and his hands ready for the ride.
He woke up suddenly and saw it was crack of dawn, ran downstairs and realized it was Christmas morning, Could it be again? he thought to himself as he ran to the tree where he found his parents where they sat with a grin on their faces, they had a puppy with a bright red bow. He paused and thought of his bike, Was it a dream?. He ran to the garage and found to his dismay his parents old Volkswagen and a toolset by the door.