Another-Day>>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

i was about to swing my club
when groups of birds interrupt
beautiful black, red shoulder
i stop for moment to watch
they start singing, i laugh
i pretend to picking a grass

far side crow flaps her wings
and crowed loud to its longings
smart bird i guess remembers me
used to mimic her voice, a play
overhead an osprey gliding wide
maybe rats, rabbits start to hide

beneath those grass flowers grow
for muskrats, ducks, geese to chew
ponds for turtles, fish to play
while i push my cart on fairway
sometimes i hit a tree with twang
then everything in silence, i clam