My BB Gun is Restless

The birds are all out--
Chickadee perched on the edge
Takes in the sunshine. 

Where are all the squirrels?
My BB gun is restless.
I want to plunk one.

 

Olivia turns,
Scratches herself with her horn.
(Looks pleasurable).

 

 Shadow of the weeds
Lie upon the gray pavement--
Just two dimensions.

 

Slender green fingers
Wave gently in the soft breeze:
Spring chives are growing.

 

 

Just a few cloud puffs
Float through the placid blue sky
This bright Spring morning.

 

 

 First dandelions
Spread out the rays of their suns--
Illumination!

These bright blue flowers
Did not appear yesterday.
Now they own the place!