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Tuesday, June 4, 2013

365 Poems: Apocolypse of little creatures

Day 155

Just a walk around the static neighborhood. So many beige houses. So much silence. We were two cars and one robin away from a well-groomed apocolypse. If we're ever left alone in any type of apocolypse -- zombie or otherwise -- we shall feel right at home. We might not even notice.

And yet: Taking refuge in the garage after being frightened by the weed-wacker:

A baby bunny we herded out of Sammy's home range.

And around the loop:

A great blue heron between ponds in Rock Creek.

And back home again:

Most amazing, a baby bluebird, hopping around the yard.

Perhaps the apocolypse is not as close as we feared.

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