Deadpan Evenings

by Steven Craig

A waterbug ran across the floor
Followed by an ant visiting from next door.
A circus of fleas rumbled by from the North
My cat was confused, she ran back and forth.

A bird on the ledge, takes wing in the fog
And flies headlong smack into a log.
A dog in the yard, perpetually tugs at its chain
And spends the next month suffering a bad neck sprain.

A flying fish soars by from the West
Having successfully passed its college entrance test.
A cow stood peacefully chewing up the weeds
Swatting the flies that swarmed with greed.

And ever so distant, the clouds turned red and gray
Signaling the end of another humid day.
I stand in my tower, as the long day wains
Stood there long enough to catch a face full of rain.

The waterbug ran back across the floor.
The ant had had enough, and was returning next door.
The circus of fleas, from the Raid, had taken flight.
My cat got it all together, and settled down for the night.


Author's Note: Never daydream in the late afternoon

Posted on 06/24/2006
Copyright © 2020 Steven Craig

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