The back porch is quiet as they stare out into the well groomed yard,
the beautiful sunrise has been captured reluctantly by the clouds
as a light rain and thunder in the distance breaks the beautiful silence.
She holds her " #1 Mom" mug with two hands
sipping her coffee quietly, silently, non-violently,
as if to avoid startling the birds of summer.
Birds, they bathe without disruption, because this morning,
Predators have turned Peaceful.
As the breeze sways the hand crafted wind chimes,
The diegetic music seems objective as he turns from page to page
The Sunday paper filled with stories of violence and hate
crimes committed with hands that aren't big enough to carry the burden
which is created by taking the life of another, including most recently,
both sisters and brothers, sons killed by their mothers, they're monsters.
but Here, on a Sunday morning, printed words are as close
as violence will ever get to their home. For every man who chooses to be
A Predator, to take the life of another, they know of at least
Two Lovers, a #1 Father and a #1 Mother.
Sitting on the back porch as the rain slows to a halt,
Tomorrow is Monday, taken with a grain of salt.