Beneath a listless copse
of beech trees,
this ambush
of snarling
and sharp
angled tiger lilies—
all pennants
of danger-
orange and blood
spattered maws—
would seem
to prowl hard
before the
four-way-stop curbside—
but only
to keep
every late
summer hatchling
from wandering
witlessly
out
into traffic.
