3:54 AM
By Don Iannone

Spring rain
...falls steady
......upon the roof
.........beating sense
............into me.
It's nightime.
A determined raccoon
...the bandit he is
......finds his way
.........onto the squirrel-proof feeder.
It bends
...under his weight
......no longer able
.........to bear the inevitable.
I feel its sigh
...as the night bends my heart
......and as a steady spring rain
beats sense into me.