That really is a striking photo. I was wondering what you were going to do with it. Now I know! Er...or sort of...You've been so good at keeping the story going and providing just enough of a clue to wonder how these are going to interrelate, but also enough so that each poem works by itself, too.What an interesting voice in this poem, in some ways almost taunting "Bet it would be worth more thanall those skunks you trapped"but also philosophical (almost resigned...?)"Let me tell you,rich ain't always grand."Wow. This is fun.
AJ and I were talking about the age of this photo compared to the first ones in the set, and then the age of the car in the next one. I had to find a way to go back a couple of generations.But now that I've got Iva in Denver, I think next week's poems will be her missing life on the farm. Maybe I can fill in some of the gaps from this week...or maybe that's another project for another time!!
Yes, you can always fill in later... keep doing what you're doing! Wonderful to see the connections your mind is making... creating whole lives here. Keep going! xop.s. that dead coyote!!!
"rich ain't always grand"Yeah, that's for sure.These people are talking to you. I swear.xx
All those skunks you trapped last summer??? Holy cow! There has to be more to that story!RETRIBUTIONEvery yearPa takes a pictureon my birthdayI always wanted a petand the last three yearsI've picked upour gray tiger Caesarhe's mostly a barn catbut on my birthdayI pretend I'm all kinds of fineand sit in the front roomholding him in my lapusually I have to snitcha little piece of chickenand hide it in my pocketto make him stayand in the pictureshis nose is always slightly upturnedbecause he is searchingfor that chickenThis yearwe don't have CaesarWe found some gray tiger furstained redout in the cornfieldand Pa saidthe coyotes musta gotour gray tigermostly barnbut pretend pet CaesarNot sure whyPa thoughtit would be goodto take a picture of mewith this coyote he shotbehind the chicken housea couple of months ago.That coyote's not nearly as fineas poor Caesar.(C) Carol Wilcox, 2016
I agree with Mary Lee. Didn't see it coming! Loved it. And loved line like these: "gray tiger/mostly bar/but pretend pet Caesar"! Cool.
Heartbreak. This happens out where we live...not to us yet...but to neighbor cats. Tough livin' in the country...
I did NOT see that coming!! Yikes. (Which is to say...well done!!)
Carol, your poem, so sad. Love the concept of a pretend pet.