Pasture racked up with prairie-dog pins
stands tall in morning sunshine still
like bowling alley in obstacle-course mode.
Everywhere 7-10 splits scamper farther apart;
cluster closer together for fractions of time
teasing kegler to roll his ball
down alley more suited to billiards
with hidden pockets/holes gaping
to gutter the ball in divot fashion,
and prairie dogs scatter
like wobbling pins reset for the spare
unlikely to strike a winning score.