A man I know walks down the road
behind his house. All year, he wears
a scarf and stocking cap. When he
nears our place, the dogs bark.
I know there is always grape jelly
on his shelf. He told me. And he also
told me at night he thinks about birds.
Sometimes he decides to stop by.
He says he wants to visit the dogs.
They like him. Sometimes he sits
with them at our window and draws.
He loves to draw apples. He also
enjoys the gray squirrel with tan ears
that scrounges in the back yard for
what the juncos, black-caps, and
sparrows drop from the feeder. He talks
a lot about when he was in third grade.