Not surely a scare, but mostly a daring way to prove myself
under the orange tree
Wolf heads perked in daylight
over the brick wall that's too deep for the compost to sweeten the neighbor's clementine tree.
Black Birds swoop, little birds too quick to see their colors
sing to each-other
Crows respectfully stay quiet.
There's the sound of pottery breaking on cement
Blood under the orange tree.
I fill a puddle with water, watch it irrigate the soil, winding through the exposed roots and
wash His little hand
