Coastal Pain Minor Redone

The acrid smell is gone replaced by seaweed and salt The crows have returned in the early mornings Cawing and butting walnuts on the roof Neighbors hide their cats — for quiet coyotes are hungry Orphaned baby mountain lions are cuddled in rescue wraps Horses put down, wildlife gone, Eyes keep alert looking at the skies, the hills, Beloved parks with pines, their tart scent of eucalyptus The soft smell of lavender, the sweetness of sage-scarred Still memories of burning nights snd falling ash remains To stay or where to go, fires and floods There are small pockets of flame hidden in the mountains The skies now are blue the white fog has returned Some days the smell of burnt smoking wood remains, For the quiet land is damaged and feels a burning pain