traces

tuesday morning 

again 

i heard the same robin sing

a distinctive voice

for sure, this one.

 turkey tracks and wiggly sign

over on the hill

 trace a way

 through march snowpack

 and then i saw not one

but five robins

 by the time i struggled to get

my NEW camera out

 they were on to me.

but 

turkey left a down-shafted feather

 and a card came 

a bit late to welcome me home from oz

and it did, smile.

 a phone call from a friend

a batch of prints to tend

and then a strange sound from the little front porch

and on my window

a young and foolish racoon

 caught spraddled on the  window

apparently trying to find

a way up the glass

i made a hullabaloo

because i don't want 

any

(hear that furry guys?!)

any rodents or small

furred guys 

too close.