In The Company of Cranes

Went out this morning to put gas in my car and found some of the locals camping out on my property under the live oak casting the shadow.

Those of you who read me know that they live here near the swamp where no hunting or fishing  is allowed and no one in the community bothers them one bit.

So they feel free to park themselves on anyone’s lawn while picking a few grubs for a snack.

As you can see, they have no fear of us and will readily strike a pose!

🙂

Through the Venetian Blinds

Momma would dust the venetian blinds
every Saturday morning
open and close them
with a pull of the cord
watching the world blink
appear, disappear and change
reappearing the same yet slightly different.

Now cranes appear through open blinds
unafraid messengers of a sort
spying from their perch, all stilt and neck;
do they despise us or think we are ugly
thick of leg and round of head
unable to dance?

I have left the city
where people cannot love themselves
to live among the cranes
promenading quietly passed blinded windows
treating me indifferently
as I revel in the accomplishments of quiet.

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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2 Responses to In The Company of Cranes

  1. beetleypete says:

    Nice cranes, and nice poetry to go with them.
    I am envious of your blue skies in December. 🙂
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

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