Day 30, Rispetto
for my backyard wilderness
for my mom, Eileen Kaufman
for my mom, Eileen Kaufman
Crow calls out caution, hawk circles overhead;
a junco shares the feeder with a titmouse.
Squirrels attack the seed bell, rip it to shreds,
I yell, but I don’t mind, the yard is their house.
Mom loved hummingbirds, lady bugs and daisies;
twenty years she’s gone, I still miss her daily.
In her spot I sit, watch birds out her window,
when I lean close, she’s crowding at my elbow.
I like the initial profusion of fricatives, followed by a frivolous spondee. Love the "crowding at my elbow" phrase.
ReplyDeleteHmm you make me want a fricassee followed by some frivolous spumoni
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