Death Toll Rising

Rum and Robots

© Photography by Joni Caggiano and Poem Written on April 9, 2022

 

moon slips warily

inside a red envelope

refusing to come out

owls cough up hoots

praying over owlets

the sun wears blinds

anoles unable to warm

fire ants stinging

eating tough flesh

trees halt, drop leaves

eggs left, nest cold

birds fall, sky red

in protest of the dead

 

We continue to pray for the brave Ukrainian people and for all leadership.  If we are sitting safely in our homes this evening we are indeed blessed.  

 

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