A conclave of cardinals flew across the lake
To assess the situation from a vantage on the fence.
A bold jay dropped out of the oak
Of which the squirrels paid little mind.
One, then two and another dove fell
From a hidden place in the oak
Like snowflakes to the lawn.
“It’s so peaceful,” Nancy said.
“I love Sunday mornings when we can sit
And talk and drink our coffee.
You work too hard and have nothing left
For me and Luke and Zach.
They’ll be gone soon, you know.
But by Sunday morning you’re relaxed,
Enough to be tolerable.
I do love you,” she added.
If only she knew how much that old buck squirrel
Wanted to kill the younger one
He keeps chasing around the sweet gum.
Those 4 cardinals were 5 yesterday
One picked off by the red fox
That ate the suet pulled from the string
I hung high out of reach of the coon.
You didn’t hear the coon chattering in the middle of the night
As he vehemently cussed the sly fox
That ran off with his dinner.
The small dove that’s being chased by one
With iridescent cheeks
Will never have a clutch its own
Not that with it anything’s so wrong.
Minus that old bitch the little dove would prosper.
How beautiful and peaceful think
The visitors cloaked in low orbit
The blue planet looks with all its life
In symbiotic rhythm
As armies wait with safeties off
With lust to pull the trigger.
The errant thoughts I often have
Of places I would not go –
I hope…I think…
I love my wife, how blessed I am!
Best she doesn’t know.
As we grow old together
Our telomeres are slipping
While cosmic rays destroy
The fabric of our DNA
And we sit quietly sipping
Our coffee on this fine morning – unaware.
Dare I state the obvious?
Truly ignorance is bliss.