Sunday, August 17, 2014

Headline Poem 8/17/14 -- garden frog on day three

garden frog on day three 

he digs and sleeps
and barks, restlessly, 
loudest, oddly,
on day three 

humbly, 
he jumps over tomatoes
and grape seeds, 
not yet for picking, 
but one day... 

he scales the strawberry patch,
is his favorite place, 
so much so that I won't 
pick the darn things,
in case 
he decides to surprise
 me

in the pond, he swims 
and jumps, gliding through 
warm 
green 
water, 
kibitzing with friends

he's avoided the falcon,
 the hawk,
the raccoon family,
and our dogs 
     who hear him,
     like us, 
     at two a.m.