the secretary looks down
at the beetle near her shoe
“will he promote me?” she asks
the beetle does not have a voice
she smashes the beetle

pull up the driveway
see pumpkins and smile
stick foot in mouth
shatter a lightbulb
and go to sleep

he liked beef
she liked chicken
how would they ever meet?
on taco night, it’s written

12 crows perched
on a freeway light
day in and day out
watching the humans
in the shiny boxes
cawed their amusement
at the hurry over nothing

3 hens settle in for the night
clicking and clacking the day’s gossip
rooster cried all morning about chicks
horse tripped in the mountain’s ride
spider’s web was ruined after a day’s work
the hens clucked raucously, pitying the folly
but, they hadn’t done anything that day

careen to the left
tilt to the side
catapult forward
it’s dangerous
you die at the end
better scream now