Fourth of July Already
Fireworks went off on each side of the house
Waking up the hoot owl, the roaches, even the mouse.
Is it the Fourth of July already? An ill-informed hawk said.
I was surprised; I thought this fowl was dead.
There is no celebration coming this week or next.
I saw a nearsighted nun give a tree a quick genuflect.
Fireworks kept going, and I suddenly knew what it was.
My neighbor has dementia, we call him Old Mr. Fuzz.
We tried to call his phone to tell him it was no holiday.
We reached an answering machine, my wife said, “no way!”
The fireworks kept going, so we went outside to enjoy.
There were many people out here – six girls and a boy.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment