every thought, action, and reaction
he'd ever had, every nuance, whisper,
clandestine talking with the squirrels
over how NOT to eat from the backyard
birdfeeder, like a mockingbird
with a squawk, how NOT to be scrub jay-like
eating upside down their stolen
breakfast treats...Well, this took a long time,
as you might well imagine,
so the Internet people said
they could give him space
at a premium provided that he DID NOT
sprinkle birdseed on their Welcoming mat...
And he agreed...So far his space is
3-city blocks wide somewhere
out in space where Pluto's pathway
intersects with Geranium Lane...
©Peter Bray, 2/10/10 All rights reserved
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