Three Little Pebbles

Another canine traffic jam at the door.
Sit. Stay…. Okay
Like lit bottle rockets they launch, rounding the corner of the house to some imagined danger I cannot see.

A thousand toads bleat and honk,while rain sizzzles on the roof.
The pond is full.
Finally, the drought ends.

Sharp air, frost on the ground, my horse snorts whorls of frozen breath

Published by SC Morgan

I grew up in Oregon and learned not everything is black and white. Now I live in the jungles of Costa Rica where the shades of gray cover the full spectrum. I shoot my mouth off on my blog, social media sites, and sometimes I get published. You can find my blog here:

3 thoughts on “Three Little Pebbles

  1. I enjoyed reading your “pebbles.” My personal favorite: Boots. FYI My stones are in the sidebar and on a tab separate from the posts. I do a weekly blog not related to the River of Stones. Thanks for connecting. I’ve subscribed and look forward to more posts.


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