Waste

A winter school yard deserted, a piece of paper littered , a leaf left over from the fall and the swing slowly and cautiously swaying, empty of the child,who waits for the Sun to bring the warmth and joy of Spring! The robins, husband and wife chirping back and forth fighting…. I found fourteen worms and fixed the nest and look at you.. yes dear but I clipped that black thing with my wing and my shoulder and my wing hurts and it’s hard to fly! Last week it was that Falcon trying to catch you and you were injured eluding him! Mr Snuffles who loved to chase the squirrels and the run The run was his best but now it’s his bark and He has gone to seed As the Sun warmed the playground And the children come and the mothers pushing the strollers The wind carried the smells of spring Fresh grass cut, flowers blooming and a breeze with hints of youth Of seeing a black squirrel for the the first time Of smelling popcorn, a hotdog, base-ball and local carnival Church on Sunday, family and pray for my country, patriotism and here comes summer and the paraders march The Park is filled and hot and those lazy fathers not curbing their dogs The Robins flying and search the ground for food and the worm waits Everyone waits and the waste of it Will this heat go? Will it rain? Will he come home and start beating Mommy again? Will we have food and Mommy have a job ? And I heard it’s going to turn…