The Little Words Mean the Most

another stumble down whatever U have & cheesy is always good

 

 

 

 

You say OLD my theasaurus says

 

 

Simone's emotional frenzy in the Sonoran desert

 

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Jan 2018 Outdoor Squares

 

Our front yard in the wilds of Foster v3

 

 

is a chalkboard

scratched and erased

by white-tail deer by the herds

by the onesies a bobcat

a fresh family of foxes

a half-dozen kits

challenging each other to climb our plate glass front door

they threw themselves at it like a trampoline

each great fox future no heavier than a child's glove

as cute as any fox kit you can imagine right now

 

without the glass we could have kissed them that night

we watched TV. the fox kits bounced off our front door, under the porch light

 

I saw a house cat and a fawn play together in our front yard

here in our purview, here in the "wilds"

not quite suburbs you had to have at least 4.6 acres if you were newcomers

for the last almost-50 years

 

second growth was super-healthy

makes Darwin proud = surrounds us like a moat

in Foster, our late structure on this ancient land

we here since 1988

abonevibrationpickax through turf

banging off

that lovely tool rediscovered the gabbro volcanic vent uphill in our back yard

my roots went deep after that

 

nature isn't a nice neighbor, though

not unless you are med-school prepared

the doily lace that clouds my understanding of life

it doesn't prepare you

 

First I found the fox kits' heads

then I followed a downward spiraling flock of turkey buzzards

to see the bodies, 50 feet away I don't know what

delighted predator got them all, an entire

generation from that mom

 

fisher cats have a vicious reputation in our region

capable of

reducing a flock of house pets to

"missing" posters in no time

 

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Our front yard in the wilds of Foster v2

 

 

is a chalkboard

scratched and erased

by white-tail deer by the herds

by the onesies a bobcat

a fresh family of foxes

a half-dozen kits

challenging each other to climb our plate glass front door

they threw themselves at it like a trampoline

no bigger than a child's glove

as cute as any fox kit you can imagine right now

 

without the glass we could have kissed them that night

we watched TV. the fox kits bounced off our front door, under the porch light

 

I saw a house cat and a fawn play together in our front yard

here in the "wilds"

where super-healthy second growth

makes Darwin proud = surrounds us like a moat

in Foster, our structure on this land

here since 1988

my roots went deep after that

 

 

[  <    more to come

Our front yard in the wilds of Foster

 

 

is a chalkboard

scratched and erased

by white-tail deer by the herds

by the onesies a bobcat

a fresh family of foxes

a half-dozen kits

challenging each other to climb our plate glass front door

without the glass we could have kissed them

 

 

 

 

[  <    more to come

My new forever T-shirts are in! Thank you, Dan and Virginia! For teaching this Yankee how to navigate the South

 

Tucson: Yes, that's a car with eyelashes, breakfast at our favorite B&B on earth (we've been in dozens), a cactus that attacked my ankle, and the view from my glass of wine