He didn't make it,
As he raced across the road:
The fat nervous squirrel.
Staring intently,
Black and white cat watches bush;
Thinking or stalking?
Rain clouds have thickened
Casting a dim gray pallor.
Stream still runs swiftly.
A flurry of wings
Unseen somewhere to my left,
Vibrating the air.
Ghostly tea party
Still abandoned in the woods.
Another season.
Skeletal fingers
Always reaching for the sky
Even without leaves.
A lone crab apple
Hanging precariously
Challenges the wind.
Brown leaf does not know
As it hangs from the branch
Its time is over.
When was this put up:
Sign that says, "Children At Play?
They have grown--or left.
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