My husband's poetry

Category: animals

  • Days like these

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    Days of rain hold me on the porch gather in gutters clean the streets Days of rain slow and steady call moss to green birds to song Days of rain slowly drum pull the shades take a nap Days of rain wet and warm summon frogs serenade the dark 2-4-22

  • Thirst trap

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    crawling in sand towards an oasis mirage they realized they shared the same life goals fell in love and moved in together 1-21-22

  • 50 degrees

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    warm winter rain tree frogs sing from our front yard to the back yard to the park and back again unaware a winter storm is coming 1-20-22

  • winter fire pit

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    Darkness sits on a park bench, puts on shoes, walks into the trees Three deer wander out to feed in neighbor’s’ yards Raccoon runs along the fence looking for an open trash can diner You stir the ashes, store chairs, go inside, take off your shoes ‘til morning 1-15-22

  • Urban renewal

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    Cleaning what remains of summer You pick up an old board Move it to the curb for the city to haul away a lethargic anole clings to the underside Hoping the morning may warm it enough To gather its senses and find another place Where it can sleep off the tilting away from sun you…

  • AARP

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    The retired Pied Piper tried to forget What he did to village children Sat on a park bench and thought There was much to learn from a pond: The way it does not flee away to the sea The way reflected clouds and trees don’t pollute water The way a stone will skip before it…

  • Party favors

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    She was tempted to kiss a frog French kiss an enchanted prince Popped a breath mint in her mouth Thought of everything that long tongue might do Closed her eyes, leaned in When the thought of all the slimy things His tongue had tasted Made her gag She opened her eyes Put on her coat…

  • Still running

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    After dark you walk in the park with Memories of walking to the store as kid Because you didn’t want to get caught And pay a toll to older boys, you’d run home If your father found out you ran He’d have sent you back to fight A deer snorts, jumps high and runs if…

  • haiku for a feral cat

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    Black cat with white socks I call out, “Where are your shoes?” He stares right through me 10-28-21

  • The therapist

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    Perched on a park bench a squirrel prepares a nut for eating, chews away a bit of its protective cover, rolls it over and chews some more. Eventually, he cracks it open, eats the meaty center, drops the husk, looks up from his perch and begins watching me, watch him, watching me, watch him, watching…