March is madness.
I am madness
as I race like a tornado,
spinning, ripping and tearing
through the otherwise tranquil morning.
I am a garish blur
revolving like a vintage toy top
unaware that pre-dawn shadows
faded into filtered morning light.
I missed
the wood thrush
and his flute-like
Ee-ooh-lay.
I missed
the doe with her fawn
ears twitching
grazing near the creek
I missed the red fox
scaling the side wooden fence,
graceful and agile.
Not pup, though.
She settles onto
the sisal doormat,
nose pointed to the sky.
Careful not to miss
a single
detail.
The Way I See It 
I love how you contrast the all too human tendency to miss beautiful fleeting details with our canine friends who seem to notice everything.
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This is wonderful writing! I can agree with your line “I am madness as I race like a tornado”. We need to take notes from your pup! Thanks for sharing!
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I love this poem. The opening feels to familiar but you present a twist when you list the things you missed. Favorite line: unaware that pre-dawn shadows faded into filtered morning light.
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I never made the connection between March Madness and how we all feel so often during March because of all of the demands. I think that is one of the reasons I love the Slice of Life challenge so much. It forces us to notice all of moments that might otherwise pass us by unnoticed.
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This is such a wonderful piece about what we notice and what we miss in our hustle and bustle–and yes, there is the dog always alert, always noticing.
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