I secretly think she likes the prospect of walking Bronko (that's a touch tongue-in-cheek)! He's increasingly been a presence in our greater community, holding court at Emma's scout finale at this parents' weekend.
Meanwhile, the 'lessor pets' of Roztoky have had a weekend less sublime:
Abscond, with Care
Wonder why they flew the coop,
budgies green and
blue, content
to chirp our mornings through and
leave their
sometimes open hatch
untested—our house
too huge
a cage, and outdoors we would
rarely raise their gate. Until,
unwittingly,
today. How
they got the birdbath off may
strain the
inquiry—yet why?
Wonder less about the newt,
veteran of
captivity,
having crawled outside the tank
a couple times
before, climbing
up the intake of
the pump
that keeps her atmosphere clean.
Wanderlust,
perhaps, but then
Penelope (I rendered)
would
remain, as last year’s male
might reappear and
make sense.
What I wonder more, this lost
menagerie, are
reasons
why they coincide: before
today such
furniture pets
seemed disinclined
to venture
out, abandon domiciles
for more than just a little
while. We
thought we fed them well—
well, flakes at least of freeze-dry;
we forgot to feed
them why.
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