Tagged: backyard

under the phantom

we take turns playing

we take turns playing
the piano for the deer
napping in the yard,

the hummingbirds sword dance out
of rhythm, flashing their wings
.
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it must be august –

it must be august –
ruby-throated hummingbirds
dive-bombing in the

backyard, molting bluejays bald like
a newborn fallen from its nest
.
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the fig tree is ripe

the fig tree is ripe
with robins this morning, knocking
off heavy fruit to

pick at across the lawn as
we wait for the main event
.
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summer friday rain –

mama conjured a

in the backyard this

in the backyard this
morning, four bucks, two does, one
fawn, finding home with

us, if only for a little
while, an unlikely family
.
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this must be the place,

this must be the place,
said one creature to the other,
the aroma of

apples and spice cooked over low
heat escaping into the yard
.
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every other week,

every other week,
wandering petunias show
up in our lawn, try

to blend in before dad arrives
with his spade, escorts them out
.
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there is a semi-

there is a semi-
natural pecking order in
the backyard – as soon

as you think you’ve got it down,
you have another think coming
.
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