poem of the day March 13 

Monks in

the meadow

riding laughing wolves

All dressed for church

in a silly military way

Their brown robes 

atop white wolves

was the message

of the gossip 

they preyed

Sparing little

for others

they took

everything away

And after they vanished

I stood with

the rest of 

the rabbits

foraging for time

but all the wolves left

was rotten watermelon rind