indigo bunting corpse

indigo bunting corpse / in front of my door / shockingly blue

snake at my feet

snake at my feet / wanting and not wanting / to stroke its scales

the acrid odor / of a stinkbug’s fear / kitchen spider

skull / on my filing cabinet / still has all its teeth

haiku: “sprouting acorns / the No Hunting sign / nearly blank with age”

haiku: “big fake stare / the caterpillar is tired / of being a caterpillar”

throwing his voice so the woodstove warbles—Carolina wren

snow squall
the dog stops tugging
on the leash

rainbows
where the chainsaw sat
leaking oil

always has vacancies— dead maple

draws a circle on the snow with a trapped leaf

red and green against the snow— Merry fucking Christmas