Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

ostinato
the cardinal's aria
from a treetop

chimney's midday shadow
no longer reaches
the eave

little green things
that emerge from hiding
like the munchkins

old enough
to know better
foolish dog chases bugs

in my autumn
each springtime renewal
could be my last

fresh ku
brain treats
synapses cheer

mocking bird dive-bombs
I got too close to the nest
spring missiles duly launched