You pulled the curtain back on my window,
Opened the glass, and rested your shotgun on the ledge
Before the long shadow of the house had lifted,
Along with the dew, from the back yard.
It was a summer morning. I lay sleeping,
Yet a teenager, needing extra of everything,
When the woodchuck trundled into the garden,
Assuming that we all lay fast asleep, as I did--
Until the violent crack that ended him
And made me wake up mid-scream
To your infectious cackling.
Unable to help myself, I am laughing,
Then and now, remembering how you and I
Were really children at the same time.
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