Ah, back to the old grind. ::grin:: Cassie reminded me this morning that I owed her an assignment. She's right. Too many irons in the fire, that's me. But never fear, I decided to give it a shot this morning.

So I went out on the patio with my coffee and some homemade potato salad to peruse the list of position assignments and opted to do "write in a strict form". Which is kind of a cop-out as I love to write in haiku. My sitting outside inspired this poem, where I replace potato salad with toast.

coffee and toast
birdsongs, cool morning garden
ah, contentment

It actually took a tiny bit of work, because potato salad was actually a good fit in the original version. But Cassie and I were talking about using shared symbolism in poetry, in order to communicate better, and I just felt that not everyone thinks potato salad or cold pizza are at the root of contentment.

This next one is about my love affair with the ravens. There are four of them that come by every morning. I listen to them and have been trying to lure them into the yard. This morning I decided to put out some scraps from dinner last night, the fat and tendons from meat cut up for stirfry, to entice them into the yard.

strips of raw meat
arranged so delicately
lure flies, not ravens

So there you have, two for the price of one. What do you think? Assignment complete?