Oat Nut Bread
The radio speaks
of race- children laugh in the dark.
The big eared squirrel
with coffee bean eyes
knows why I toss oat-nut bread
to the Autumn chill.
A sand- colored hare
softly hops, catches my breath.
The sailor sees land.
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2020
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