Beast in its corral
Waits patiently in the shade;
Its time will come soon.
It's threatening rain;
It's also threatening sun.
(Which way the wind blows.)
Mop lies on railing;
Doesn't look too comfortable;
(But I'm projecting.)
Chicory and stump
Seem to be joined in shadows;
Very strange marriage.
Chicory shadows
Lie motionless on the road.
They've no place to go.
Mailbox is threatened;
Soon leaves will overtake it.
Then--everything green.
Forest is dark green;
Birds are chirping deep within;
Leaves glow in the sun.
Two gentle beings
Regard me regard them.
(There is much regard).
In the wild again,
St. Francis in the grass
Surrounded by green.
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