Now, A Zebra Cow

Mad dogs, Englishmen--

I go in the noon day sun.

(Not an Englishman).

Sun bleeds through the leaves;

Small bug ascends to the sky;

Bird flies back and forth.

Bird parent flurry

Feeding their unseen chicklets--

A constant action.

Collette and shadows

Merge in the mid day sunshine--

Now, a zebra cow.

Blue and abandoned

Newspaper lies at path's bottom.

(Could still be winter.)

Burst of white flowers

Stands next to woodpeckered trunk;

Who is guarding whom?