The Beans Daycare Center
Their piercing screams
knock like rocks off houses,
a collective of beginning voices
screech enough to drop
squirrels from the trees.
Forever in motion, the tiny
figures are frantic energies
of chase and retreat, digging
and scaling—here wriggling
fingers try to pull a tuft
of cat through the fence
and into their world,
there another feeds itself
a sandy-dirt swallow of grass.
When I leave my house
in the morning they arrest
themselves like brand new
sheep, stock still and staring.
I sometimes want to come over
to them, unsure how they would react,
but one hisses and another licks
at the gate: its superhero shoe, untied.
Copyright 2006 ©
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its poetry!!
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