Saturday, August 9, 2014

Morning Arrival

We are our mothers' aphorisms,
Our fathers' pearls of sweat,
But the hens emerge fresh from their hutch
Forgetting their new eggs.
The bunnies every move is unannounced.

1 comment:

the walking man said...

Seriously every chained dog in the 'hood announces those bunnies movements. Wonder why they choose to live in the slum when they could do better uptown?