Four Omens

1

Wings held flat-out

Glint of white tail

counter-clockwise high and smooth swirl

 

I wish, like  a bald eagle,

I could glide in the sky.

2

Chili oil repels

gray squirrels, bird-seed raid.

When  I heave open the sliding door

the squirrel jumps from the balcony railing

feet flung-out like

a flying squirrel-suit man.

Down thirty feet, he plops,

cushioned by snow

clambers up the oak.

I wish I could leap for my life

and land on my cushioned feet.

3

Fox on ice

Powdery foot prints

a dragging trail mark

paths on the icy pond.

A fox is hungry.

How I wish I were light on the ice.

4

 

Coco finds antlers in the snow,

shed since the fall,

no need for them now.

Mate fought for and possessed.

 

How I wish I could shake my head,

wrestle away my troubles.

 

 

 

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