If I could stay outside all cool autumn days...

At times--
like fall--I wish
the swing faced north, where reds
and oranges of sassafras
flame forth.
~~~

TWO WRENS...
...checking
out the concrete
square of the porch pillar
holding up the roof. Househunting
perhaps?
~~~

Back from
mailing month's bills,
I point to zinnias, say
"Water those;" to potted mums, say
"Plant those;"

to pears
on the porch swing,
"Peel those." But I head back
into the house where more projects
await.
~~~

HUNGRY
(an Etheree)
One
orange,
one yellow
butterfly-- both
ravenous?--sip from
the yellow zinnia plant.
I move in with a camera;
they flit this way and that, but soon
re-alight on their sustenance, like
feral cats dancing around the food dish.
~~~

A trip
for the paper,
then to retrieve the blue
beer can some fool threw in my yard,
I see

the pears
dotting the ground
and say, I must gather
them today! The wild asters full
of blue

under
the colorful
sassafras remind me
why I didn't destroy them when
I mowed.
~~~

TRY AGAIN
Mama
does; babies see;
kitty tries but can't quite
make the jump from rock to birdbath
water.

THEY TRIED AGAIN
The next
time I look, both
kitties are on the edge
of the concrete basin. I move;
they jump.
~~~
c 2011, Pat Laster dba lovepat press
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