Owego

o

we

go

put a fire

up

by the tree

the one

with the

charred

trunk

and shale blackened

at its

loch ness monster

neck

roots

o

we

go

find

the

wild

strawberries

by the

red ant hills

and scatter chipmunks

and

watch out!

o

we

go

dancing past the

bullsnake

to duck

the barnswallows

by the

dodge dart

in the

barn

and scold

the strangers shooting pigeons on the hay,

shooting pigeons in

the rafters

o

we

go