shadow crossing road
a sudden rush of wind
run squirrel run
shadow crossing road
a sudden rush of wind
run squirrel run
revving of chainsaws
rhythmic thudding of lone axe
fading to darkness
all the way to work
whistling the same ten notes
thanks, Charlie Brown
budding in the east
crimson bleeds across the sky
the sun’s crown breaks through
late November blooms
spared the indignity
dying ugly