Friday, January 27, 2017
Poem: Farm Friends
Blackbirds move in clouds above an open field
as I am scolded by you, tiny Chickadees,
for being late with seeds.
Such impertinence from one so small.
This yellow-eyed feline reaches a paw,
gently insisting on my attention:
-Look at me, pet me, forget the birds-
There will be feathers on the bricks.
Two Goldfish stare from the icy depths,
their hard-rimmed mouths gape at me,
begging for flakes or crumbs.
All winter, immobile, unimaginable.
Lost in thoughts, I stare at dead leaves and suddenly
I am looking at a brown rabbit, very still;
we both see each other...and the cats.
I slowly turn and walk the other way.