There’s a half can of trash…

Is it optimistic to say
it’s half full?
Or half-empty…
There’s a half can of trash…

Is it optimistic to say
it’s half full?
Or half-empty…

Maybe we are in hell already.
Think about it.
Surrounded by a river
of lifeless faces
all screaming for attention
…
Impossible to talk to the boss–
Maybe the only people
going to heaven
are off grid
…
or, you know…
on My Space.
©Karen Robiscoe
How does a hummingbird handle the rain?
and what about bumblebees…
are there ‘brellies
and wellies
to help out these fellies
or without do these pilots complain?
How do pond dwellers deal with a drought?
the tadpoles, the fish, and the skitters…
is there office
to process
the loss of the faucet
and if not what goes on with these critters?
How does a wolf pack recover from fire?
a bear, or a deer, or a moose…
are there builders
with guilders
to refill
the wilderness
replenishing pine tree & spruce?
However it is, these beasties then live,
I’ll wager that this much holds true…
they don’t blame
the rain
or the flame
for their pain
they change tack, since reaction was due.
©Karen Robiscoe