Cars go by.
Snow and rain falls.
Seasons change.
But through it all, she is there. In the same spot, everyday, all day, the watcher is there.
Her sleek black hair effortlessly flowing around her gentle frame. Her steely brown eyes note every passing vehicle, every falling flake of snow. Her ears are acutely tuned to hear anything out of place.
Her name is Daisy, and she is my dog.
I'm not sure if this will ever evolve into a "bigger" thing, but it was a good character development piece.
In early February of 2024, gang violence in Haiti's capital, Port-au-Prince, escalated to levels so high that now nearly 80% of the capital city is under gang rule.
Steam rises from the chimney
with a G-rated "come hither"
into the cerulean blue sky.
You feel drawn towards it
like a moth to a porch light
on a warm June evening.
"Come hither."
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