Scitter Critters
Scurry Underfloors
Scatter Patters
Scuttle inwalls
Rattle tattles
Ripple throughdoors
Look! In the attic there!
Rambling raccoons roaming.
And there! In the vents!
Squads of squirrels squabbling.
All this round rambunctious rumpus—
What more?
Geese! By grand giggling gaggles!
Something of fowlish folklore.
House in scrambles
Rug all a’tramples
Scuffs, scratches, scribbles,
Teeth, tufts, tittles
Of breadcrumbs, food nums,
And dish drum.
I succumb to this:
The chaotic churning and
Wilderness whir.
The territory garnered by
echoes Go, Make, Baptize.
beckoning in creature crumbles
and bumbles. These humble thrums.
“Surely, community isn't a mess like this?”
A nudgepat on my head.
Wafts of baked bread
“It’s messier,” grins the HomeMaker,
apron splatter lathered
In glue globs of honeyed jams.
“It’s sweeter.”