You’ll never know why
it’s called news from
the Times, the Gazette,
any Chronicle of human

sturm und drang, a
narrative so ancient,
so tedious, so dully
repetitive it bores

even the god who set
it in motion. News is
your cat’s erect ears
reporting the hidden mouse;

your dog’s obsequious
smile confessing
his latest mischief.
News is your first

sight of grosbeak
fledglings,ย  a flurry of
feeding hummingbirds
as summer thins

and cools, the
chaos of feathers
a hawk left behind.
The diagnosis;

the missed step;
the blinding glare
of headlights
you cannot avoid.



  1. D'Arcy Fallon · · Reply

    Somebody’s been reading my mail. Sigh. Lovely!


    1. Thanks, my friend.


  2. That ended a bit darkly. :-0 … But I loved, ‘News is
    your catโ€™s erect ears
    reporting the hidden mouse;’. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

    1. We know that one, don’t we? ๐Ÿ™‚ I hope you’re enjoying early autumn, Russ. Our weather here is still a bit too “summer” for me.

      Liked by 1 person

  3. NatashaMarie · · Reply

    Yes. This. Thank you ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ

    Liked by 1 person

    1. You’re welcome. Thank you for expressing your appreciation.


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