The Ranch

The Ranch

A Snapshot:

#490

where we spent

annual autumn time

days of red cliffs and ponds

and sharp train whistles..

Leaves marking the flow

ponds to river and sea..

And the animals suffering

prompted the curves

calming cattle paths..
(Temple Grandin)

Closeby a mother's grief

on her cub bear's fall..

Words and Pictures 

(she also said)

but Moe* demurred

we know his assist

with so many words..

Finally our departure

in cars on roads

and these also color

this Snapshot Now...!

*Moe the cat

in California resides

and with his wit

this poem would

improve..and

sizzle a bit...!