Hey little skunk
Did you enjoy our yard
We worked on it all summer
Now the grass is long
The patio furniture looks lost
And there’s really no food
You’ll have better luck down by the pond
Waddle now into the night
Your stripes a magnet for shadows
Until curiosity returns you
And we meet in Rumi’s field
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Small the Theme of My Chant“)
Life Immense 