Our quotidian breakfast of morning media
Nourished, but our sadness and lament
The wars, injustice, the human failings
Does rudely, overspill our morning bowl
In sad attendance of the daily drama
Of vile events, once thought, inconceivable.
But one morning, when so sadly, employed
We saw thru the window, three white-tailed deer
Tails slowly wagged, they walked as they nibbled leaves.
Eschewing the drama, we rushed to the entrance door
To view more closely, the welcome tan beauties.
The gentle beasts walked peacefully, and silently
Unconcerned with such human artifice,
Such as war, bias and the National Debt Limit
The sole concern, is more succulent leafs
As they walked on in tripartite peace.
Looking upward, at the trees’ yellow-green primavera
Which, as appeared, seemed to be straining sunward
Like blue-jay hatchlings awaiting mama and food
We also saw blushing red tulips, and white-centered daffodils
All of whom, seemed to say,
Cross the portal, come to the woodlands
See quotidian life as naturally, it was to be.
Leonard N. Shapiro 4/30/23
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