Without My Help

i.
In silence, a little hum stirs
to skip across carpet.

Windows darken in a way
both familiar & comforting.

Rabbit nibbles grass
just beyond glass
& we quietly watch –
almost holding our breaths.

ii.
Birds surrender their sounds
to the hour, laying them across
our wooden porch in trade
for feed & water.

But I don’t deal in water.

It falls without my help.

05/19-20/10

(© 2010 by j. m. Scoville)