On Stage

For this moment
my small-town stage
is empty.
The props are in place:
Green-leaved trees,
Two houses,
the backdrop of sky.
Sunshine floods over the scene.

Suddenly, players appear .
A delivery truck and driver
noisily, move by;
A squirrel with a mouth full of leaves
runs up a tree.
A mother and a toddler
stroll along without hurry.
Three crows call out: the feeder is empty.

Flocking birds find food on my weed-filled lawn.
Beside me, my dog and cat sleep while
I, in my sunset years,
ponder the gladness of life
and the wonder of creation

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