i sit in my chair

by the open window

Belle the cat lies on the sill

watching birds and bugs

and things hidden to me

a new born fawn

white spots on mahogany brown

follows its mother grazing across our lawn

robins feed their fledglings in the grass

flowers and stems twitch

as grasshoppers land

then fling themselves in random directions

the deep rumble as a dirty pickup rolls past

hauling the morning’s feed

cement St. Francis stands uncomprehending

as the ant metropolis expands at his feet

russian sage cut back to the ground in the fall

now stands tall

reaching green and lavender to the sky

Copyright Michael Douglas Scott