The bird-feeder
over the waterfall
(burbling brook)
arrayed with tiny yellow finches.
Finches?
Some cats swoop in
to check out the waterfall,
babbling burbles and all that:
apparently something’s
in there.
Nobody knows what
but the cats.
Reach over for an organic walnut,
that’s me. What’s going on?
Well, George Stanley!
Saying he’ll send me a copy of his chapbook.
That’s fab.
Televison’s not, though.
Watch Enterprise, West Wing,
South Park (well, maybe),
Primetime Glick(??),
all down the lackluster tube.
No more teevee for a few years, I say.
Maybe invest in some books or
yoga? Netflix? Sunscreen (SPF 30, at least)?
