Eyes Open (SOL Day 11)

The dog uses his paws to dig a soft space to lie down.
He sits in the cozy dirt and rests his head on the grass.
The birds are chirping, saying hello and chatting with one another.
The insects are alive and abundant.
A flying one came into my cup of water, lost and confused.
The water was not what it expected.
Swimming was not its skill.
The fruit sits on the table, waiting to be eaten,
welcoming us to dine, before it dies.
The bananas have grown small brown spots, but they boast of their tastiness.
I’m not old yet! they pine
Are we awake?
Our eyes are open,
but are we awake?