Delight

She sits delightfully on the front steps

Reading the news which

is not good.

How could it be?

The delight is in my eyes

Not hers.

The latest atrocity 

Displayed on her device

Is not delightful.

The sun is bright this morning

The breeze is cool

The rustling leaves

Delightful.

The delight is in my ears

Not in the leaves.

They don’t know delight.

How could they?

“Cry havoc and loose the dogs of war.”

I will seek delight where I can.

10/1/2020