Dogs 2010

GATHERINGS
(11/10/10)


it's early
November
and genetically
they know
that something's
amiss

flocking together
in trees
on power lines
or circling the sky
they urgently discuss
their options
and plot
their courses

the cacophony
seems like scores
of stones
rattled
by raging
rivers
of instinct

most
will be gone
before Thanksgiving
leaving a desert
of silence
in the skies

then
falling leaves
will fill the air
as they prepare
for their own
flora migration
of diminishing
destinations

finally
the only sounds
will be feet
crunching
the corpses of color
as they march
en masse
upon houses
unwary

the holidays
have returned
to haunt us
with nature's
absence