On my morning walk
 
I glimpse a ravenous hawk,
 
flying home with prey.

 

 
 
 

After last night’s rain
 
I rescue several earthworms
 
from the concrete walk.

 
 
 

With no umbrella,
 
a father and daughter walk
 
in the freezing rain.

 
 
 

On my morning walk
 
I watch a schoolboy watching
 
the man who feeds birds.

 
 
 

On my morning walk
 
a companionable crow
 
goes along with me.

 
 
 

A man drinking tea
 
lifts his arthritic left hand
 
to brush off a fly.

 
 
 

For my morning walk
 
I go round and round the block—
 
autumn fortitude.

 
 
 

Summer morning walk—
 
my fortunes increase tenfold
 
when I find a dime.

 
 
 

On my morning walk
 
I hope to greet sunflowers,
 
but see only weeds.

 
 
 

Earlier than birds
 
begin their singing, I walk
 
through deserted streets.