Tonight: Chickens . . .

Saturday, September 27, 2025.

It's the Satyr's day . . . Given an exception of upper 80's, the weatherfeather Xeroxed in the forecasts for TulseyTown today: lots o'sun, easy breezes.

I believe every tree remembers every Buddha who has slept beneath her arms.

Rachel Carson's Silent Spring was published on this day in 1962.

The Tonight Show made its premier this evening in 1954 with Steve Allen as its host. He was the funniest man in the world to my teenage brain. Equal to if perhaps exceeded by Johnny Carson (jus'sayin').

Kay Ryan is 80 today. The 16th U.S. Poet Laureate (2008-2010) was born in 1945 San Jose, California.

Home to Roost

The chickens

are circling and

blotting out the

day. The sun is

bright, but the

chickens are in

the way. Yes,

the sky is dark

with chickens,

dense with them.

They turn and

then they turn

again. These

are the chickens

you let loose

one at a time

and small—

various breeds.

Now they have

come home

to roost—all

the same kind

at the same speed.

– Kay Ryan, “Home To Roost,” from The Niagara River. Grove Press. 2005.

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