There is a condemned barn Painted red as so many barns are Off and to the West. Next to the barn is a house that is white It belonged to Ronnie's brother. Ronnie is my neighbor And is 91 years old. He knows he is old And knows his brother is dead And knows I poke around inside And Ronnie's ok with that. I walk the land each day Knowing I will die here That Ronnie will die Within a hundred yards. We all die. An orange Tabby crossed the road And was killed by a car One eye popped out I moved him from the blacktop I moved his eye too, to the deep grass Where the turkey vultures found him Filling. The wind tonight is flapping the tin roof Of the barn and making me stay off a bit While looking up at the dipper in the Northeast And crunching through the snow Covering the meadow.