A Great Dane, with pointed

flaccid ears,

placid in demeanor,

stares sanely at the ducks

and squirrels,

and at all the rest

of the animated world

it stands upon,

stately.

Without reason to react,

with no impetus

that provokes,

it just stands, slack,

contemplating.

I'm no great, but in the same,

I look up at the setting

with amazement;

at its unfettering beauty

in awe,

and feel no need to

do anything

but to stand and see it all.