Thursday's Thoughts

A few morning a week, sometimes before the sun is up,

I go outside with a cup of coffee. Ranch Dog joins me

and we sit quietly and listen. The soft sound of the

mourning dove or the scolding of the grey squirrel.

If I'm really lucky I'll hear music.

It comes from beyond the tree line and moves threw

the olives across the pasture and fills the air. The

sound of bag pipes. No jigs, just soft low tunes that

greet the day. The player I'm sure thinks he is

alone, with know idea that he has an audience

of two for his morning consorts.

"Thank You Mr. C"