Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. We hadn’t see the little bandits for a month. But on my walk today, a block east of us, I saw them scamper up the maple tree and turn around to see what I was up to, when I just want to know what they are up to. And so does my friend, who now needs to check her open garage for any more of those rascals. The little devils are still in the neighborhood.
Poetry
Two Little Devils
They saw me—
Sheri Edwards
Rushed down the sidewalk
Not graceful, like a cat,
Just scurrying fur bundles
Waddling up the wide maple
Arms wide, claws digging in
One after the other
and in a flash
turning around,
lying flat
bandits watching
peeking down,
“What? Who? Me?
Just hangin’.”
09.13.23 256.365.23
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