Friday, November 27, 2015

They Stand Revealed


All the leaves now     
fallen, fallen,
the squirrel-huts stand plain which had been hidden,
high atop the towering tulip trees.

They look woefully inadequate shielding from winter winds,
being themselves now all unshielded.

~

The past few days have been balmy;
and yet the hint of winter
in the skies with their wincing shrinking light
has drawn the raccoon  once again  out of the woods.

We seldom see him;  but the trash-can, toppled on its side with the lid pried,
the chicken bones denuded of their remnant juicy delicacies,
tell the tale.
Welcome back, you furry forager;
time to switch to the more cumbrous container with a lockable top.

~

All at a sudden-once  / seen
stark, behind spare bare branches,
a wisp of cirrus
slow       ly       slips      .   .    .
revealing  in its extended irregular outlines
indecipherable intricacies  of wind and temperature  in the high sky,

like a Gram-stain unveiling   invisible infusoria.

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