by Patricia Clark
You can have the grackle whistling blackly
    from the feeder as it tosses seed,
if I can have the red-tailed hawk perched
    imperious as an eagle on the high branch.
You can have the brown shed, the field mice
    hiding under the mower, the wasp’s nest on the door,
if I can have the house of the dead oak,
    its hollowed center and feather-lined cave.
You can have the deck at midnight, the possum
    vacuuming the yard in its white prowl,
if I can have the yard of wild dreaming, pesky
    raccoons, and the roaming, occasional bear.
You can have the whole house, window to window,
    roof to soffits to hardwood floors,
if I can have the screened porch at dawn,
    the Milky Way, any comets in our yard.

0 thoughts on “Fifty-Fifty

  1. A lovely, nature-wise trade-off of semi-wild goings on as seen, it seems, from one household; not mutually exclusive but equally shared. Great imagery.

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