There is wind in the dry leaves on the floor.
Big busy red ants are crawling up the bark.
The sky looks like rain will come and hail.
The water sound there seems as if falling
The slanting roof but it is striped squirrel
Or some love- pigeons shuffling feet on it.
Here I wait in the front porch of my house
Afraid the milk has boiled over in kitchen.
Footsteps can be drowned in dewed leaves
God, I am unable to go in to check the milk.