thunder having passed
crunching sounds at the cat’s bowl

twigs
in the nook
of a bough —
a bird’s nest

*

the half moon hovers
like Venus over a dove
perched on a roof’s arch
at dawn

*

Autumn at the park,
the bare trees bow to the clouds —
the dog’s tail wagging

Sunday at first light,
a wine glass by the window —
the baby crying

*

Cold winter evening,
a wind warning in effect —
snoring from the cat

*

Passing the alley,
the wall-mounted lamp still glows —
my shadow darkens