Lawrence Hall & Nyquil ™
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Cuddled up with Cold Medicine and a
Warm Dachshund
A January
lawn is a desert of desiccated leaves
Winter
winds driving them as desolate dunes
Shoaling
against the oaks who gave them life
Then in
the autumn watched them fall to their deaths
Croakery
crows almost seem to splash among them
Searching
out seeds and corn and kitchen scraps
In
beak to nose confrontations with squirrels
Darwinians
struggling upon the sleeping earth
A January
lawn is a desert of desiccated leaves
As winter
winds batter my window eaves
Addendum:
(Each
line is framed with a cough or a sneeze
And fever
one minute followed by a freeze
And a
wheeze!)
