Yelling with the Crowd
From somewhere deep in the woods
A pack of dogs sound discovery;
Perhaps a 'possum or a '****
Or maybe that old black bear
A farmer said he saw crossing
Our dirt road--causes this choir
Of tenor cries.
I will not get my gun nor investigate
What surprised the dogs.
It's dawn and there is coffee
Left to drink with thoughts
Of the last time I was excited enough
To yell with the crowd,
Witnessing the unexpected.
Copyright © Jerrell Jones | Year Posted 2015