Pandemonium is a Natural Affair

Once the sun kisses

the edge of the horizon

new adventures begin-

a wind stirs the pot

with a mix of turmoil

as it draws from

a nest of furor

shoving eagles into thermals

that thrash from layer to 

layer then chasing geese

through fields of grain

and skittering across ponds

in a leisure of ducks

spotted and painted with

a kaleidoscope of an artist’s

impression. And this

night is blessed with

a beacon searching for

hearts whether human

or beast. Or be ordinary

unnatural or spicy-

each consumes the same

air and exists within a land

meant as home for all.