Sunday, August 2, 2009

Encounter

With racing feet, the chipmunk materializes
Soundlessly on the deck.

She skids to a frozen
Stop,
Startled to find another
Presence on the porch.

On she scrambles guiltily,
Like a guest caught reading
The rough draft of my poem.

In the sun, the dog sleeps,
Comfortably ignorant
Of both the encounter
And the poem.

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