the cool breeze
didn't break through
the solar embrace
while heavy clouds
drifted overhead
the sun filtered
by mulberry branches
returned to gaze
upon a hungry cottontail
grazing upon rampion leaves
and dandelion blossoms
but the bunny must have
longed for greener pastures
and passed through
the gape at the foot of the gate
lit by the evening sun
movement flows
under harebell leaves
a tiny rarity
pops out at the end
of the overgrown foliage
feathers dressed in
a young fawn's fur
with the sharpest
brightest yellow beak
carried on oversized
clawed feet to easily
grasp any tedious spot
it finds in a marshy home
it pauses with a smirk
to nod an acknowledgment
of the happiness
right around the corner
the travel log
must be extraordinary
for the seabirds
that return to the middle
and to give up
that briny shore and
salty ocean breeze
where primordial life
once poured out of
for the middle
where one must follow
a tractor and plow
to scrounge in the earth
for whatever may crawl
or wriggle out to sacrifice
itself for dinner
instead of plunging into
endless deep blue waves
for a pound of silvery fish flesh
one must question
the reasoning behind
this seasoning travel
bare feet on
cold wet grass
flesh flows over
the fallen rain
hanging on each blade
the sky above echoes of
the wings of crows
as night filters through
the heavy sullen clouds
in silken petals shines
the golden sun
beacons among
the shadows and green
bare feet grasp
the ache of wet cold
yet tarry on the lawn
