#410
For Pookie
The broken angel stands beside
The bright moss-covered rock,
An early harbinger of spring,
A grave in a backyard plot.
How much love will a small spot hold?
How much affection to fill
That which matter can never contain
And no matter turn to nil.
#388
The Barred Owl
The big-winged owl flew through the yard,
Settled in the sweet gum tree,
Swiveled his head one-eighty degrees,
Then looked around at me.
"Oh My God!" I cried out loud,
"What's a man to do,
When a great Barred Owl looks down
And says, 'Who-cooks-for-you?'"
2/14/13
#361
Backyard Business
Why does the squirrel keep running,
When the dog can't climb the tree?
Why does the dog keep chasing,
When all he can do is see?
There must be joy in the effort
To race round the yard with glee
Always thinking that this time
The squirrel is a goner, you'll see.
God above:
May Simon continue to run with joy;
May the squirrels continue to flee.
