by frithar
Speakeasy Pond
Toad runs his speakeasy
near pond-bottom at day's end
Groundhog wipes the first glasses
readies dandelion wines,
hot sassafras root brandies
Blackbirds -- jazzbirds -- coolest of players
gather in one corner, tuning
Frog runs scales
up and down his cello-throatstrings,
echoes down by the far treeline,
butters this sultry spring night
Redwings tease each other in twos
fly full-tilt,
then talon a tallest cattail
Robins by rank
in circling pines
call out first requests below,
argue trample-tongued and hungry
Cat -- uninvited --
stalks the fogged edges,
glares within,
all military moustache,
twitch-whiskered