April Fool

A storm's revving up in the Gulf somewhere. The screen door slaps in a security lapse. Back yard furies (from the pen of The Bard) strike up the band with a caveat that's seldom been heard. A small lake turtle lifts his garden hose head to a once-tranquil surface transformed into dread, and I, Dona Quixote, go to fence with an owl Who-who's out of his element on a neighboring dock, but closer inspection reveals no college professor, just an owly imposter, a quasi- transgressor chiseled from rock