geography

somewhere tonight in West Boca,

there are cats fighting on the rooftops and fence posts,
bullfrogs mating on the golf course under the baptism of sprinklers,
and one sleepover in progress, a giant bird keeping watch over it all.

ten miles northeast,

there is a boy up past his bedtime,
stumbling his way out of the rabbit hole
into a research proposal, listening to a mysterious British beauty.