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IT was 2 in the morning!
this is just to say,
with a fair amount
of resource & sagacity
to the coyote that just woke
and winding
through
the 200 head of cattle next door to me
consider yourself to
have been asked, kindly,
200 times ...... to moove.
Published 15th Apr 2016
| Edited 16th Apr 2016
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15th Apr 2016 10:07pm
16th Apr 2016 6:07am
thank you! on the other side of me
there's an air force base.
2 am sonic booms, :) (love the fly boys)
those are a bit more sudden & thrilling.
there's an air force base.
2 am sonic booms, :) (love the fly boys)
those are a bit more sudden & thrilling.
22nd Apr 2016 4:46am
lol. This one strikes me more playfully. I had some neighbors behind me for about 18 months. They put up chicken wire. My roommate and a friend are hanging out. Roommate says, they are gonna put chickens in there. I said, no way, it's a residential neighborhood. I learned something about roosters, about 7:15am. They crow for several minutes, stop for several minutes, repeat. 0.o
I have gone out many a morning with weaponry in hand chasing a rooster with his neck on the event horizon, back when I was living on a little farm that is; now they're just all around me. Much of my poetry is just pure fun; such is life has been. When I find something odd that I want to put into a piece of writing such as this, I sometimes will use the mold of, This Is Just To Say, by William Carlos Williams. It is very playful and I just love him. I really appreciate your stories and talking to me, I love to laugh. :) thank you so much.
23rd Apr 2016 3:35am
Well I left out that after about 3 cycles of crowing, I flipped out, walking down my hallway, double fisted slamming the walls, and then outside, walking around hitting the walls screaming, THIS IS NOT MEXICO! My roommate could feel the trailer rocking from the blows, came running, called my mom down the street, she went to the neighbors, who did not or pretended not to speak english and said, You have to kill the chickens, my son is going insane! Muerta! Muerta! And she flapped her arms up and down lol. They shot the roosters with a shotgun after animal control paid them a visit a couple hours later.
23rd Apr 2016 6:28am
