Olive Mounds

With age and imagination, brown-olive mounds could be wild rabbits
 frozen by the hawk
 that hunts this shallow creek.
With wisdom and meditation, long ears evolve into short branches
 driven from the oak
 in last night’s thunderstorm.
But with coffee, patience, and motion, they resolve into fox squirrels
 startled by the sight
 of man at his window.

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For our little Olives and Olivers