Wednesday, March 8, 2017


                   “ZOO-kia, ZOO-kia, ZOO-kia, ZOO!”
                    Shouts a bird in our backyard as I settle down
                    To write my day’s poem, by the dawn’s early light,
                     Unaware of its species, unable to see
                     This mysterious singer who’s haunting our yard
                     But has planted the beat of this rollicking verse
                     That I’m now endeavoring to rightly rehearse.