by David Puckett
Leonette showed me a tiny tree frog (Pacific Chorus)
sitting motionless on a honeysuckle leaf.
We have four hanging baskets, there is a tree frog in each one.
The stock market is plunging, the US credit rating is all to shit.
A few years ago we found a frog in the Sweet Alyssum basket and we
were sure it got in by mistake so we “rescued” it.
Next day, it was back or another just like it.
A mini micro climate getting rain twice daily.
From a watering can.
In the evening a bat flits around the backyard and comes within a few
feet of our peering faces.
A nighthawk peents in a twilit sky across a brilliant waxing moon.
London is rioting, gold is $1740 an ounce.
ps. I have a brother, my middle one, who writes poems from time to time and he as agreed to let me share some of them. I jumped at the chance before he changed his mind. He and his wife Leonette, live in Oregon.