Monday, April 24, 2017

Rainy Day Musing on a Number

by Patricia Clark

You can have the grackle whistling blackly 
        from the feeder as it tosses seed,

if I can have the red-tailed hawk perched 
        imperious as an eagle on the high branch.

You can have the brown shed, the field mice
        hiding under the mower, the wasp’s nest on the door,

if I can have the house of the dead oak,
        its hollowed center and feather-lined cave.

You can have the deck at midnight, the possum 
        vacuuming the yard in its white prowl,

if I can have the yard of wild dreaming, pesky 
        raccoons, and the roaming, occasional bear.

You can have the whole house, window to window, 
        roof to soffits to hardwood floors,

if I can have the screened porch at dawn, 
        the Milky Way, any comets in our yard.

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