UPON OLD MACDONALD'S FRONT PORCH

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JOURNAL # 41

bird on a rainy fence
chirping at whatever came hence
cat prowling mid morning street
loping along
one by two by three by four
furry little feet
lost in another mediocre moment
of letting the scram crazy dogs out
to explore their chilly, damp surroundings
I'm slapped yet again back into
my preoccupation of you
and ever incessantly drowning
cell suddenly phone rings
my heart blooms to say
it's my true life calling me
through the vibrations of your voice
such fragility is draped..........
(Jan 15, 2013 436am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

since I mention animals a few times it kind of made me think of that Old MacDonald Had a farm song hence the title.............

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