From the vantage
of the jewelry-box on the windowsill,
she can see the laundry line
where the sparrows perch,
the garden with its luscious soil
and beetles, and the edge of the woods
where her kingdom ends.
It is the back window
that oversees the barn
with its occasional mice,
and the brambles where the
rabbits live.
All must be kept in order.
The daily rounds must be made,
the borders kept secure -
the woods, the road, the fence, the field.
Then: the ritual afternoon
nap. Unless someone forgets
to open the door.
(A poem about an animal. And I’m caught up – six for six!)
