Saturday, May 23, 2015

middle of the night

I can hear armadillos
crossing the road to dig
for insects in the yard
I walk out and sit quiet
on the porch watching
the hungry critters crawl
slow and aimless
in the moonlight

one seemed to look at me
and mesquites watched too

beneath the grass
insect antennae twitch
expectantly in the decay
of cool shifting topsoil

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