Observation - August 4th, 2019, Sunday

Observation

There is soft light coming through the windows

Cool air after an evening of rain

Sparrows chatter in elms

Kitty looks out the window and day dreams

A motorcycle rumbles down Bryant

The news is filled with tragedies

It is of angry white-men murdering dozens of people

Terrorism in Texas and Ohio

It the two hundred and sixteenth day of the year

Two hundred and fifty mass-shooting

With no end in sight

Twenty-nine dead and dozens hurt

Each shooting took a matter of seconds

The world turns, the light in Minnesota is soft the air is cool

Sparrows chatter in the elms

Kitty listens and watches the morning traffic on the avenue

Observation - October 2nd, 2017, Monday

Observation

There was lightning, and the bright crack of thunder.

At 2:00 am, my cat came to sleep under arm,

Rain was fall hard against the house, against my windows.

Thunder rolling across the city, otherwise dark and quiet.

The news was of a shooting in Las Vegas.

A man with an automatic rifle shooting from an elevated position in to a crowd.

Twenty or more people killed, one hundred more injured.

The shooter himself had been found and killed by the police.

The Sheriff is not giving details.

America is on fire, and breaking apart at the margins.

Storms pound our coasts, and millions of people are flooded;

Without homes, without power, without medicine, without clean water.

The occupant of the oval office is playing golf, and whining.

America is on fire.