Shotgun

cars driven by people sound fenetic on the dark dewy farm road

a dog barks his voice carries well on the leafless hillside over there

 

we almost hit a large Buck "Spike" last night on hwy 7 so beautiful leaping across the highway

the birthday cake in the back seat fell onto the floorbaord but was fine somehow in its container

 

just before dawn i walked out by the tree line near the house to the dry creek bed

at some point long ago water filled this and i wonder why it is never with water now

 

cats are mysterious as one of ours lies on her side waiting for me to rub her spine with my boot

she answers me with each stroke as i say her name "Maggie"..."Meow"...it never fails

 

the shotgun in the closet hasn't been fired in years and needs to be cleaned a "Sweet Sixteen"

passed on to my son by my father who kept his guns very clean and taught me to respect a gun

 

 

wkm

oxford ms