Dogs 2012

SPRING THINGS
(5/3/12)


the AC
kicks on
as I'm outside
getting ready
to mow

I feel
cold air
blowing from
the crawlspace
vents

mowing
will have
to wait
a bit

I go
to the garage
to collect
the necessary
ductwork maintenance
accessories
then walk out
enjoying the daylight
before my
subterranean fun
begins

as I head
toward
the hatchway
I see
a young robin
balanced
precariously
on the lower
portion
of the railing
around
the back door
landing

eying
me
as I approach
it seems
in no major
distress
until
my last step
which brings me
within 3 feet
of its place
of rocking
rest

panic
ensues
and the bird
flaps furiously
achieving enough flight
to clear the neighbor's
back fence
before crashing clumsily
into the side
of their house
sliding
down
the
siding
to come to rest
in the lawn

I think
of their
outdoor cat
and wonder where
feline prowling
currently defines
his presence

the chick
seems dazed
breathing hard
but realizing
its exposure
starts to frantically hop
toward the cover
of bordering
bushes

how
these
vulnerable
and seemingly
too stupid to live
creatures
ever survive
is a mystery
to me

sheer numbers
seem
thier only
advantage

I resume
my maintenance
activities
only to realize
after 15 minutes
and 20 laborious feet
underneath the house
that I have forgotten
a fundamental element
to the endeavor

back
in the world
of light
I return
to the garage
find the box cutter
and reluctantly
prepare again
for this domestic
grave

remembering
my fluffy
friend
I glance
over the fence
to see
one of the
parents

(I like
to think
the mother)

with a bug
in her beak
attempting
to lure
its baby
back
to whatever
safety
she deems
suitable

where
do you hide
the little victims
once they've
fallen
from the nest?

hungrily
the chick
begins to follow
as the mother
leads it
away

enough
of this

I have
work
to do

but
as I crawl
back
into the spidery
darkness
I feel
a bit better
knowing that
there are robins
struggling
in the sunshine