still under red bud
crazy with neighbor's bees, a
levitating dome.
young rabbit at door
in mouth of cat
in shock.
i would not let them in
suppose under the deck
the slaughter begins
later a token left
of guts and fur.
Spring in the hollow. Scent of the flowering wild plum in the evening air as i walked up the road for the mail.
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