Poem LXIX: Pregnant Moon over Walnut

the girls have been tearing their hair out for days

Argos has been keeping a close watch
on their moods
mindful of their discharge

the chickens have no clue
what is going on
I must say their ignorance
is a most pure and miraculous thing

whatever is about to happen
they will have no part of it

what Dandelion has to say
who knows?
even the Catbus holds back
from intruding on his grief