Saturday March 31, 2012

Thin fog. A yearling fawn play-mounts his mother, and is mounted in turn by his twin. A robin tut-tut-tuts from the driveway.

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  1. NATURE’S WAY WILLY NILLY

    There will be room enough for them, too,
    when this hoary place will no longer hold
    us in the edges of the woods we find. We
    will, like these Morning Porch fawns see
    to it that we would have accepted hook,
    line, and sinker the Holy Orders: Go Ye
    and Multiply! So multiply it is and Occupy.
    The robin’s tut-tuts are not misplaced,
    but it is done on the safety of the driveway
    like governments demure when they put
    meddling fingers in lovers’ bedrooms
    and counsel: Thou shall not overpopulate.
    They never say, though: Do not copulate.

    —Albert B. Casuga
    03-31-12


  2. I love the image of the robin tut-tutting!

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