All the leaves now
fallen, fallen,
the squirrel-huts stand plain which had been hidden,
high atop the towering tulip trees.
They look woefully inadequate shielding from winter winds,
being themselves now all unshielded.
~
The past few days have been balmy;
and yet the hint of winter
in the skies with their wincing shrinking light
has drawn the raccoon
once again out of the
woods.
We seldom see him;
but the trash-can, toppled on its side with the lid pried,
the chicken bones denuded of their remnant juicy delicacies,
tell the tale.
Welcome back, you furry forager;
time to switch to the more cumbrous container with a
lockable top.
~
All at a sudden-once / seen
stark, behind spare bare branches,
a wisp of cirrus
slow ly slips . . .
revealing in
its extended irregular outlines
indecipherable intricacies of wind and temperature in the high sky,
like a Gram-stain unveiling invisible infusoria.
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