Suburbs Poem by Diane Lee Moomey

Wild things come down from dry hills
to land on rooves, and a ginger cat
slinks beneath a hedge.

Somewhere in the village, a staple
has worked loose from wire netting. Rabbits,
restless, rustle their bedding and wild things

come down from the hills, take cover
between garage and garbage cans.

On a patio, drip lines curve from pot
to pot. Celadon frogs cross cracked earth
to slide beneath the aspidistra.

Roses vine between houses, black-tailed
deer take refuge. Wild things watch
from the dark beneath porches. Chickens

seek the safety of the street.