Invaders
looking for a score-
wandering the neighborhood
peering in windows
–
quarter past one-
a raccoon
in my garden
looking for a score-
wandering the neighborhood
peering in windows
–
quarter past one-
a raccoon
in my garden
hackles standing up
prowling the streets in darkness
looking for a fight
–
captured moonlight-
eyes blazing
in the dark
summer at the farm-
the scent of hay and manure
permeates the air
–
white flicks of foam-
horses steaming
in the autumn air
curled up on cardboard-
nameless faceless commuters
pass without a glance
–
fingerless gloves-
dreaming of a home
not a doorway
a great bald eagle-
I’m forced to watch her greatness
fly on broken wings
–
a woodland pond-
the still water
brackish
widening ripples-
a heron’s reflection
reaches the far shore
–
black water-
a willow branch
touches the moon
leaves blow through the barn-
the sweet smell of feed dust hangs
heavy in the air
–
ringing steel-
horseshoes red in
the farrier’s forge
circling eagles-
nesting on the mountaintop
as Sisyphus weeps
–
wavering sands-
a desert oasis
just out of reach
the bright hunter’s moon-
a ‘possum in my garden
gleaning the harvest
–
soft autumn eve-
the crackle of leaves
under marauding paws
the hand of darkness
dragging down the daylight as
the sun lies dying
–
ruthless sun-
vultures wait
in the thermals