Bluegrass and Bliss
Cotton fluff Frames the tree tops;
brother sun salutes a wandering sky.
Cardinal sits in the pear tree;
few are left of his kind.
A bright red visage on a green canvas.
Sipping mocha bliss is a delight amid blues and
greens of a Kentucky morning.
Grass of bluish haze carpets the land
once rich with tobaccos offspring;
white clouds against azure sky and
hazy blue carpet are a stunning display.
In the garden of produce delight sits a bunny;
explorer on a quest for breakfast.
He is not fazed by squirrels hogging acorns.
I sip my bliss and pray that Mr. Bunny does not become the breakfast of nesting hawks nearby. Squirrels often hold their own counter-attack, but bunny is an all too trusting soul.
By the completion of my bliss; bunny begins his;
lettuce venture resulting in a bigger batch of bunnies, moving into the neighborhood.
Some gardeners, prejudiced against bunnies,
would spark with fiery rage;
I don’t mind sharing.
Everyone must eat to survive.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
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