Saturday, September 12, 2020

Poem for Saturday and Homestead Animals

By Charles Ghigna

The slits of his eyes
hidden in shadows
beneath the bill of his cap,
he watches and waits
like a patient cat
to catch what comes
his way.

and he pounces
upon the ball,
his hands flying
above the grass,
flinging his prey
on its way
across the diamond
into a double-play.


I have not much to report from this Friday -- rainy in the morning, the internet so full of 9/11 conspiracy theories that I got offline and read other things. It wasn't hot out, at least, so we went for a walk -- no deer today, though the frog was in the pond and we saw a clown car that I assume was there for someone's birthday.

We just watched 42, which I really enjoyed; it's fairly formulaic in structure as biopics go, but the performances are great (Harrison Ford as well as Chadwick Boseman) and the story is quite uplifting though also pretty harrowing (Alan Tudyk is so revolting)! Here are some goats, pigs, and wild animals in the pond at Homestead Farm:


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