Poetry

afternoon repast
 
my app
predicted rain
in forty minutes yet
the afternoon sun still bathed the
busy
 
backyard
the birdseeds on
the ground were almost gone
feasted on by the sparrows wrens
 
mourning
dove and the four
cardinals until the
chipmunk Chico frightened the birds
away
 
only
to be chased from
the scattered grains by the
belligerent squirrel Isco
who had
 
to leave
when  Gerry the
shaggy groundhog scooted
in and stayed to savor slowly
kernels
 
yellow
black and brown on
the abandoned grass and
ground proving once more that size did
matter//
 
renato
thursday 17 march 2016