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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