An owl hoots in daylight
voice hungry and hoarse
from a failed nightly hunt.

Bachelors groan
hungover from empty
Saturday morning beds.

As the sun beats down
on black ants crossing miles
of parking lot pavement
through canyon cracks.

And morning dewdrops shrink
on shiny green leaves,
tiny universes vanishing
leaving behind white
stains like dried *****.

A slug crawls out
from cool garden canopy
to suicide slowly,
sun baked on a granite boulder.

A distant phone rings
across a quiet neighborhood.
I wonder who is calling...