The creek hums
with the sun’s tongue
singing to me, entranced on its banks,
by the lazily lapping,
licking and splashing trills
of light atop the bubbles and burbles.
Treble notes that never permeate
the shadowy depths.
Betsy’s wand of a tail wags in rhythm -
A metronome lashing and flashing
to and for, conducting,
as she places her paws in delicate pauses
between the rippling pebble notes.
Dipping and sipping
and snapping at twinkles of minnows
Jan brings bread and glinting string.
Crooning and lilting in my ear,
“Shhh, if we’re very still,
We just might catch an electric eel.”
We hush, the three of us.
Slipping and swaying,
Listing and listening
to the glisten and gurgle,
Till suddenly we are awash in giggles
Watching the string dance and wiggle.
Betsy leaps, splashes into my lap,
Slapping her tail, spraying sprinkles
in a tuneful croon of light.
We hoot and we warble, singing and
Ringing out to Mary and Doug,
To Leslie and Jae. to join us,
this sunny day, in merry boisterous chorus.