Poem for Super Bowl Sunday


Super Bowl Sunday

       Oops something’s spooked
the covey of sociable California Quail
       from the Baptist Church’s scraggly
            errant juniper

       & they scuttle all
a-tizzy all a-chortle
       droopy plumes
              bobbing
                             as they cross the street

                “Stop! Look! Listen!”

or not

to phew! refuge behind the neighbor’s
       garbage bin hidden
                to no one but themselves


                                                                                                3 February 2019

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