A black crow sits on the
neighbor’s white fence,
surveying the neighborhood.
His gaze is steady,
and quite intense.
He’s looking for something good.
A black crow sits on the
neighbor’s white fence,
surveying the neighborhood.
His gaze is steady,
and quite intense.
He’s looking for something good.
I have a great, long “To Do” list.
It’s filled with household chores.
But, this winter day feels soft and gray—
I think I’ll go outdoors!
My kitties like their breakfast—
like to scarf down ev’ry taste —
like to lick their bowls completely
so there’s never any waste.
Each day brings some new trial.
Each day brings some new test.
I’m grateful for the quiet night
that brings some time to rest.
The COVID death’s rate’s rising,
climbing higher every day.
The COVID Death’s among us.
It’s moved in.
It plans to stay.
Today I’ll look for rainbows.
Brilliant colors. Every hue.
Today I’ll look for rainbows.
And, today I’ll think of you.
The Rubatino trucks are out.
They swarm about the street.
They lurch and buck and thrash their gears –
their Dominance complete.
I got my cats new scratchers.
It must feel good to their paws.
They’re mewing with contentment
as they sharpen up their claws.
I weep for our country.
I weep for the hate.
I weep for our future.
I fear it’s too late.
The horror of this Virus
is too much to comprehend.
The awful death rate rises.
The death toll has no end.