A Quiet Morning

A quiet morning,

   No blaring news.

Nothing to disturb

   But the clicking of the prayer wheel,

And a passing robin’s shadow.

We are waiting for the sun

   To warm the air 

So we can mow the grass...

Such a violent, bloody practice!

The bugs are here – at last? Really?

Such wonderful creatures though …

    So many legs!

Not just two, like us,

And you would think four would be sufficient ---

But six, eight – Oy! – 50 or more!

Really?

Why would ANYone need so many legs?

Do they get anywhere faster?

Are they so heavy they need such support?

And where, oh where could they possibly get

Enough socks and shoes to match so many legs?

---If they were us?

Maybe that's why grandmas knit so much.

No, for them … barefoot is best,

I guess.

It’s a quiet morning,

   No blaring news,

Just the clicking of the prayer wheel

And a passing robin’s shadow.

Agd 5.9.14