Three goats are posing;
One eats, two watch camera;
A family portrait.


Stretched out in the sun,
Little Basset dreams of smells,
Stubby leg twitching.








Against the blue sky
Bare branches silhouetted
Embrace the sunshine.

In the shadows of the woods
By a moss covered long log
I enjoy a piss.

Green buds everywhere
Dotting a million branches;
Two honking wild geese.

The blackened tree stump
Stands next to the tall maple
Whispering its fate.

Tiny white flowers
Burst from the buds of the tree.
How did they get there?

The sign says "Our Road";
The name is growing fainter:
"Sic transit gloria."