Twenty-fifth Saturday, from Rancho Obsesso

Young robins chase mom,

Startle cardinal from branch.

Catbird sits and stares.

Pawlonia pods

Have all opened, dropped their seeds.

But yard’s been mowed. Mulch.

No clouds. Sun pours down,

Throws tree’s silhouette across

Diamond-studded grass.

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