slow catalpa waits
wisely keeps her leaves. three frosts
have struck this May

cat curl Sunday
sent away, he waits for me
and knows to return

banana crepe day
butter in frying pan melts
sun streams in kitchen

angry chatter chirps
each time door opens, a bird
swoops from nest on house

a small darkness hangs
above porch edge, twigs protrude
show where chicks nestle