Saturday, September 15, 2007

Change



This morning
even the squirrels
were stretched out
on the fence rail,
baking.

Now
the privet quivers
with the first
uncertain whispers
of winter.

Now
the bitten crickets
are a single
blind beast of
ambition.

5 comments:

Absolute Vanilla (and Atyllah) said...

There's no reasoning with changing seasons, is there. Never quite sure what or where they're at.

Debi said...

I can relate to that squirrel though ...

Minx said...

Debi, you could relate to a spoon, as long as it was horizontal!
Anyway, that squirrel is giving himself a waxing (brazilian nuts) on a piece of chewing gum. They do it all the time round here.

John said...

Devious little bastards...

Minx said...

Devious indeed, Carver. Of course those are American squirrels - English ones wouldn't be seen dead lying on the pavement, or a fence. They prefer a tanning bed.