Movement in the barnyard
Under that storm-green sky
To anything but the grass
Anything but the grain
Are we playing Hide and Go Seek?
Again, little muse?
I feel you in my sore wrist.
Are you sitting on my shoulder?
And there you are...
Sitting by fence post
Barbed wire, your canopy,
Twiddling your thumbs, some string
Or just words?
There. Your brown head bobs again.
No, it's just a goat among the chickens.