a better childhood

a different mother

nights I dream a field at the edge of a pond

filled with spring peepers

I try sneaking up on them
no matter how quiet I am

the frogs stop chirping

in the dream they're invisible
in Wikipedia they're over an inch long

difficult to find

once there was a red fox

I followed it but it felt cornered

threatened to bite         ran off

I wake at eleven I could clean the fridge

the tub         work at my computer

 

but I sit in bed         playing solitaire