My persnickety pal partook of the oil I offered,
a feline whose preferences are most peculiar.
Sometimes I can’t help, but surmise; this is
NOT a common cat.
flourishes near a swamp
across the road, “beaten” path,
a row of daffodils
lonely red tulip
within the shrubbery–
splintered sticks, dead leaves
fingers folded together
the flower is resolute.
‘bitty bird walks up
broke branch which leans against
the tree trunk
disappearing [dark hollow]
does its fierce heart beat faster…?
leaping, stepping up
short stairs [flying] left the earth
gray mockingbird sprite
who yanks dried grass from the mouth
of a standing extinct pipe