The Wish

No birds in the tree -
taken the food away:
rampant rodents are eating
all of the fresh green
down to their nubs.
There will be traps
and no nibbles.

Stove is on:  raw April day:
slanting rain, lowering
skies, cold wind.
I am tired anyway
glad to be sedentary

as he fits a shelf
for me in the bedroom
to cope with the overflow
of life stuff in this
challenged space.  Last

night the stars, half moon
bitten ragged, black sky
and Saturn, four 
of its moons, three
satellites and
one shooting star the
Lyrids.  I made a wish.

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