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…

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