Poetry in Real Time #5

[Tiger the Lion]

This is gorgeous, Tiger.

It’s beautiful outside; -- not loving 'beautiful' -- it's too vague. Could mean practically anything.
mild for March.
 
I’m in pajamas, sipping coffee
and watching
 
snowflakes the size of dinner-plate doilies -- love this line
fall slower than gravity ought to allow,
and watching -- I agree with Keith about the two watchings
 
my little white beagle
endeavour
to catch them all.
 
He’s been at it since dawn.
 
Should I be calling him in?
or is he calling me out? -- dynamite ending

Thanks for sharing!

Lizzie

Thank you Lizzie. I haven't looked at this since first posted. It was indeed observed and written in real time, but may be worth a second look. 
Paul