Warm Soul Dawn

two rooms and garden

Snake hose primrose yellow runs meanderless

through thick savannah and potato patch

prairie beside grike-weeded barren footpath.

To the east of the picket line, fowl prowl,

looking out for grain and grub beneath a bathroom sky.

Last night, in the wee small hours, Paws visited.

This morning, I return the blessing and shed a lidful.