Did you see her dancing in the full moonlight By the wall of the ancient, crumbled castle, Whirling and jumping in time to a tune That only she could hear

A prevarication of politicians An allegation of lawyers A diagnosis of doctors An alibi of perpetrators A pretense of actors A guilt of ministers A deletion of editors A celibacy

The Two sensed there was a better place So, they left the Indian Land and all they knew And drifted west to the Kingdom of the Wind   And the

  A sunset is the master metaphor, The falling of a curtain, the Closing of a door, an ending That is certain, the final Nevermore, a signal to stand Down,

An unkindness of ravens, a murder of crows, Ebony sentinels on wires in rows, A convocation of eagles, and exaltation of larks, Winged assemblies over the parks, A covey of

  Maybe it’s a particular orange in a random sunset or An old song heard in passing an open door but I remember you   It might be the scent

One squirrel, two squirrels, three squirrels, four, Picketing silently beyond my back door, Five squirrels, six squirrels, Blue jays, hawks, and crows, Lining up on my fence in rows, Staring