Dodging sprinklers that green grass,
I cross the street, scanning for traffic.
Half a block down, a cat-sized mound
dots the center line. Two crows argue
above in the trees. Cars zip
between me and the mound,
which ruffles black in tires’ breeze–
One car, two pass. Contemplation
from the ground and above.
Not cat nor crow, but a wig
animated in abandon. We nod,
continue with our ways.