tuesday morning
again
i heard the same robin sing
a distinctive voice
for sure, this one.
turkey tracks and wiggly sign
over on the hill
trace a way
through march snowpack
and then i saw not one
but five robins
by the time i struggled to get
my NEW camera out
they were on to me.
but
turkey left a down-shafted feather
and a card came
a bit late to welcome me home from oz
and it did, smile.
a phone call from a friend
a batch of prints to tend
and then a strange sound from the little front porch
and on my window
a young and foolish racoon
caught spraddled on the window
apparently trying to find
a way up the glass
i made a hullabaloo
because i don't want
any
(hear that furry guys?!)
any rodents or small
furred guys
too close.