Sunday, April 6, 2014

6/30 - National Poetry Month

a crow squacks, early morning,
   a waking dream voice,
"Is anyone there?"
three kittens curled round,
un-alarmed

take note,
all is well

blind-altered sunlight, mid-day
  coffee on hand,
"Is anyone there?"
repose comes slowly
when awoken by such sounds

keep track,
something may be amiss

moonrise, eight p.m.
   electric porch light fizz,
"Is anyone there?"
three kittens curled round,
un-alarmed

take note,
all is well.

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