The wren perched
on the railing
railed at the cat
lurking under the hedge
which has become infected
by some blight or mold.
It happened quickly,
dull white spots
have developed
since I was here
three days ago
to check my mail.
When will the camellias
finish dropping blossoms
that look like pools of blood?
When will Thursday
separate from Tuesday?
Doesn’t matter to the wren.
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