04-03-2019, 07:25 AM
This is How
Afore sunrise I ate cold beans
drank black coffee from yesterday,
and packed a sammich.
Dog cocked a leery eye, then stirred,
took a crap by the barn and bounded
toward pickup - he wasn’t going to get left.
I ducked into Jr’s room to pinch his .22
and a heaped handful of buckshot load,
then joined up with dog and we was gone.
Paws on the dash, dog scanned the route
to John Clark Canyon, and the plum busiest
turkey buzzard haunt in this part of the township.
Dog wandered off, I laid on my back until
the buzzards took to circling in force above me.
Twelve of ‘em I counted, before I opened fire.
Then dapple browns, goat-placenta browns,
badger-stomach browns, feathers of skull bone tan,
pie crust tan, tans and browns all falling to me
like prayed-for snow at Christmas.
End of March already, but I got me thirty quills
and ink enough for writing thirty poems in April.
Idiots know these are the best quills for writing.
Afore sunrise I ate cold beans
drank black coffee from yesterday,
and packed a sammich.
Dog cocked a leery eye, then stirred,
took a crap by the barn and bounded
toward pickup - he wasn’t going to get left.
I ducked into Jr’s room to pinch his .22
and a heaped handful of buckshot load,
then joined up with dog and we was gone.
Paws on the dash, dog scanned the route
to John Clark Canyon, and the plum busiest
turkey buzzard haunt in this part of the township.
Dog wandered off, I laid on my back until
the buzzards took to circling in force above me.
Twelve of ‘em I counted, before I opened fire.
Then dapple browns, goat-placenta browns,
badger-stomach browns, feathers of skull bone tan,
pie crust tan, tans and browns all falling to me
like prayed-for snow at Christmas.
End of March already, but I got me thirty quills
and ink enough for writing thirty poems in April.
Idiots know these are the best quills for writing.