Some mornings bloom in softened light,
With petals spun in pink and white,
And park paths hum a quiet tune,
Beneath the gaze of waking moon.
The breeze is warm, the grasses sway,
As springtime gently finds its way—
And when I turn a corner bend,
Two souls appear, like sudden friends.
Bombon, tall, in brindled coat,
Moves with grace and silence both.
He leans in close, no need for cues,
And hugs me gently, like a muse.
His head against me, calm and slow—
A little love he lets me know.
He charts his course with patient air,
As if the whole wide world is there.
Ginger, white with copper trace,
Lights the green with playful grace.
She rolls with joy, her side turned up,
A gift of trust, a morning cup.
She barks when other paws appear,
But shines when open fields are near.
She races where the grasses bend,
And spins like joy you can’t pretend.
The river glints, the bridge stands wide,
While clouds in quiet currents glide.
And all the noise within me clears,
As laughter swells and calm appears.
I do not seek, I do not chase—
But joy arrives, and shows its face.
With every step, the world extends,
Made kinder by my furry friends.