the bird outside
my window, the chattering
blue jay as he ***** from
branch to branch. And the cranch
of the squirrel breaking
acorns with his teeth, turning it
with his claws beneath my stairs.
The buzzing bee dancing circles
around the azalea. If I only lived
in Australia! And the neighbor's
kids racing their scooters down
the street while I'm trying to watch tv,
as my poetry sits quietly on the coffee
table gathering dust. And the cable box
is playing a nature show as I doze
to the splashing of the orca. There goes
another day down the drain.