Hound

My dear madam:

I often look up from my work and out the window

And through the early morning haze of golden fairy dust

See you glide by my hideaway from whence I view the quiet green road below

My sylvan refuge shields me from all wandering eyes but yours

The big hound catches my attention

as she prowls along the lane 

A tall blond with long legs

Somewhat resemblant of her companion 

Elegant and free

Bold in her nuzzling 

Shy with her glances

I see you briefly look toward my window

But your focus is the hound

A magical rapport as you move in unison

Matched in repartee 

Spellbound as if intoxicated by an elfin elixir

And you walk on

But I note a tiny glimpse over your shoulder at me

I nod but you've no notion of my small acknowledgement 

Lost perhaps in the light reflection of greenery against the pane

©kcasady2014