definitely spring out here in paradise
two crows harrassing a red tailed hawk
swooping at him caw caw caw
maybe he was in their tree?
i dont know why the hawk took it, what with the talons, a little smaller maybe, and 2 against one
the cat rolling in some catnip
getting high
some sticker bushers with the audacity to be in my way?
when i have my machete?
when i have just read prince valiant?
they fought nobly, but futily.
sitting in the sun
doesnt get much better
a purple bloom, i cant tell irises from crocusses
its one of them
still not a flower yet at noon, maybe by two if it stays nice and warm
so maybe i threw a little tennis in there when i was prince valianting the sticker bushes
forehand
backhand
overhead
the bridge washed downstream about three hundred yards in the high water last month
it almost streches across
i wrestled a log for a half an hour and crossed the gap
im walking like a troll though
the log was waterlogged
waterlogged must mean heavy as shit
so i had to rugby the sucker
but once i had the log across the last two feet of crick
i established a beach head
then it was just a matter of time before the sticker bushes were a pile of sticks
then a path
now the gardener can get across
maybe even the wee ones
if they are careful
the sun is calling me
maybe a nap before the nephews and nieces and screams arrive