mockingbird
divebombing feline Greye
he bats her away
checking the acreage
psst, psst, psst from the old tree
must be baby birds
no wonder mother mocker
divebombs the yard cats
~~~
a shaggy-bark tree
near the swampy bottomland
a white-tailed deer
~~~
basking in the clean
smell of this old house
after Mother's Day
her brave smile belies
a fatigue noticeable
in the way she sits
~~~
tornado debris
drifting down
without prejudice
[idea: S. McCrummen]
~~~
Even
as the waters
encroach, the farmers plow
their acreage. Pure doggedness
shows hope.
Gamblers--
since casinos
were closed--could try their luck
at Southland Gaming Park in West
Memphis.
~~~
c May 2011, Pat Laster
dba lovepat press
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