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A SNOW DEATH
small islands of white
floating in oceans of green
white continents die

QUESTIONS TO A TREE
lone sentinel
standing tall
roots held deep
in flooded field
do you stir
from winter’s sleep?

lone sentinel
standing tall
roots held deep
what have you observed
as life moves by
deer
hawk
human
and coyote?

lone sentinel
standing tall
roots held deep
what have you witnessed
as the grass greens
turns to brown
as seedlings morph
into crops &
back to the bare ground?

lone sentinel
standing tall
roots held deep
a relic from the
reign of swamps
that once held sway
what have you seen today?

Three Cats
here kitty kitty!
one runs
one walks
one meows wistfully
remembering
glory days
of catching that squirrel
of birds
of mice
of voles
warm concrete bed
sun shining hot

one leaps out into the chill
one turns his nose up
insulted that the temperature
isn’t just so
the old one
traveling by biped
arrives at the precipice
the great doorway
to wilderness & adventure
he sniffs
he weighs
he ambles back
to comfort
of the couch