Lucy

I am Lucy. Thou shalt know this is my brood and thou hast wormed your way in.

Care for me not in thine own way any longer,

Pull for my heart no more, Knowest thou when summer is gone and fall shall hit the air,

I, in my own cloak, with cap affixed and neck beads hanging,

Shall continue to bend for the food;

But thou shall run no more,

Thy spirit might still be here,

But thy shall be divided,

Split among the irascible lot,

And prepared over the hot fire.

Take the slightest care, thy rooster-want-to-be, for time is short.

Ralph Peck

Photograph by Belva Shelton

Southwest Oklahoma