we will wait
for the apple blossoms
to swell, pregnant and fat
and will not tire of
apple picking time
when that time has come
at last
there will be a time for pie
and even piemaggedon
will not slake my thirst
and when the last ones fall
the bruised
and insect ruined
the deer will feast
and thank us
with little piles
of presents
waiting (20210429)
Words and Feathers 
I would’ve been won over by “piemageddon,” but the deer “presents” sealed the deal! 🍎🍏🦌😃
Napowrimo2021 hsa bled my potty fluids dry. I’m looking forward to writing one more tonight and then maybe taking a break…
applauase, applause, you deserve a bravo
Well, thank you.
Seriously, thank your wife for me. You posted every f*-cking day.
Ha ha ha–I will. SHe’s been the driving force behind this spillage of electrons. Expect one more tonight!
I need a wife like that
😀