Hi Everybody!

Owl Chatter had some stuff to attend to, but should be up and running again later today or tomorrow. Until then, to make matters verse, here are two poems. One is in honor of opening day from Baseball Haiku. It’s by Suzuki Murio.

Over
the outfielder’s loneliness —
the summer moon

And that old codger Ted Kooser has this for us, from Winter Morning Walks:

For the past two years there’s been
a white chenille bedspread
caught up in a barbed wire fence
along the road to the quarry.
For a while it looked like a man
who had fallen asleep on a sofa,
sad bachelor uncle of a man,
the soft ball of his bald head fallen,
long thin arms stretched out
along the back and trembling.
But today that was gone, torn away
by the wind, and there was no one
but me on the road. My heart
flapped like a rag in my ears.