Category: animals
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The Congress of Birds
(any allusions to Attar’s The Conference of Birds are subconscious and probably intentional) Birds fuss at the sun squirrels, the neighbor’s cat a snake and other birds They call back and forth in bushes and trees from fence and power lines Some may even bully honk get out of my way I’m coming through There…
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The Crow Called…..Awe, Awe, Awe
“for my friend, Drew” in defiance, tall trees clapped and shook their fists argued all night at a cool blustery spring wind sleepless birds wisely stayed silent you got up composed a poem on the porch while standing in the dark eventually, you went back to bed waited for dawn when Carolina wrens sang in…
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haiku from my evening walk
walking by the pond lone bull frog croaks he’s horny I say TMI 5-3-20
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Tales of an urban forest
Low hoot echos in trees night hunter warns the forest it is awake silent glide, talon snatch, tearing flesh A raccoon will eat a neighbor’s chickens, kill a cat or dig through your trash. Squirrels swirl and chase disappear when moonlight comes; fear the owl, the possum, the silence of a snake that slithers in…
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‘Dead dogs. Dad’s dog and the dead.’
My brother texted – Dad’s dog is dying. I wanted to call and let Dad know his dog was dying, but Dad doesn’t take calls any more. This morning, I thought of a story he told from his childhood; a story about a stray dog and his family didn’t have enough food to feed it.…
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dog haiku
4 a.m. howling sit with your dog on the porch or take it inside (a haiku ranting about rude dog owners two doors up the street who do not walk their dog but just let it outside in their yard, even in the middle of the night) 3-16-20
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Alternative Zoology 101
A squirrel in the magnolias at Gervias and Assembly Is cowed by a pig that ruts on a private golf course. How a pig can cow a squirrel, I do not know. 3-15-20 Written for my friend, Arik and the campaign to close our public schools during this world pandemic
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On the corner of Brandon and Landon roads
2 am, from my porch one lone frog is all I hear. I have seen no possums; even the Mayor of Moonlight is avoiding me. Helicopters come from the fort’s direction; fly low over the park shaking the house. Where are they going? Is it necessary to fly so low at 2 am? Lonely, ring-tailed…
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