one month from equinox
cicadas go quiet
Monday is Carol’s birthday
Sunday some of our kids
drive in for lunch
scattered among five states
we miss family gatherings
this will have to do
last night something was scratching
outside our window, maybe a cat,
a raccoon, I hope not a rat
the older we get the more we lay awake
listen to our creaking bones
moan in the night
while at our window a cat still wants in
a raccoon tries the lock on the door
maybe it’s all a dream
My husband's poetry 
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