Two lush green feet of crabgrass, plantain,
gill, and smartweed separate their dance:
the dark brown Hershey's wrapper feints
toward the dandelion while she flinches
at once en réponse. Again. Again.
The attention level is intense
although they've both been
at it long enough to sense
                                     the Hershey wrapper's final pounce must
                                     be determined not by its valence, but just
                                     by the strength and inclination of the gust.

Tom, the title itself is a poem. I would simplify, and probably attempt to write this one as a nursery rhymes. It's still a good read as it is, but I think this has got more potential. I might make a fair usage of this 8)

Mark

"direction of the gust"  - Isn't that just like a man? :)

Enjoyed the comparison to dance.

Nice one.

I think I can envision what you're talking about, Mark. Have to think about it. Thank you. Tom

Thanks Lavonne. Ha ha about man.
Have one weird bit in my summer schedule here where I drop my youngest off in the park at 12:15 and park around the corner till 1:00. So I'm accumulating this nice body of curbside nature poems! Tom