trees blink allowing the weepy sun to pock the ground round the valley the hares brown and gray with little tan lizards checking out the wheels stuck in the mud walking around and away from my folks i find the skeletons of creatures grown old waiting in peace not knowing how curious i am to touch the tufts of fur left on their bleached bones the air sleeps and doesn’t caress my hair but i don’t mind being more wild than it for a change