A Poemdog

Dogs 2011

WATERING THE RODENTS
(7/30/11)


too
many straight
weeks
of 100 degree
plus
temperatures
have all
but killed
our yard

I run
the sprinkler
and green
will sprout
for a few days

but without
constant
hydration
it colors quickly
back to brown

it's more
an exercise
in fire control
than lawn
maintenance

at least
as the water
hits the trunk
of the 70
year old oak
something
shows signs
of life

squirrels
who have
been lazing
in the shaded
branches
during the
hot day
will climb
down
for an evening
shower

they'll
lick the moisture
from their paws
from the bark
and when adventurous
from the sidewalk

it's
our regular
routine

they hear
me
arranging
the hose

they stretch

blink their
eyes
a bit

then
saunter down
their particular
branch
to reach
sprinkler
level

they
watch me
as I adjust
the spray
wary
of any
direct hit

I wonder how
they associate
me
with the cooling
moisture

maybe
I represent
the keeper
of the tree
and provider
of water
to them

possibly
a minor
squirrel
god

most likely
a major
squirrel
servant