"dazzle gradually"

"Dazzle Gradually" 2016 poems, paintings, new art & photography--a diary, a discipline, a delight. Read over my shoulder as I post my unedited poetry ---you can see it in the raw.


Polly Alice

Friday, October 8, 2010

Russet

In the tree, a squawk
a squeal, a cawing,
crowing quack.

Perched above
the Johnny reds
he lies there on his back.

His groans belie
in his russet voice
how many he did take.

Too many apples
and too many acorns
gave him a belly ache.

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