By the back door, my boots suffer waiting
while I contemplate my coffee's secrets.
No straight lines in the curling steam that falls
up like Imagination's waterfall.
By the henhouse, chickens chuckle fowl jokes
and goats debate which fence to knock down next.
A dog, still dreaming, claims truce with a cat
for a few more moments, just to keep warm.
A parade of geese inspect the farm yard,
strutting with all of a dictator's pomp,
then trumpet their summons for me to scatter
their corn. Another day of work begins.
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