Dinosaur Pond

These winter hens

Come cluck to the waterhole

Flutter their feather dust all the way

Too invalid to lay their eggs

Their old walnut-brains just keep on glaring

Proud direct descendants of T. Rex

Or his cousins’ stone bones

Eggs from the old landscape

When the dustbowls were mighty tar pits of dare

These winter hens

Cluck around the nested ponds

Migrate west to east, walkabout

Fluffed to the winds and spring traditions

Daffodil chicks

Brighten this old farm

Campaign Cat

as the cat domesticated

the feral canine, he

explained

there is no translation of dog into

the feline world view

and then they got along fine

now I tell the cat

it’s impossible for him

to run for city council

just to see what he will do