Category: animals
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night watchman
The cream colored feral cat that patrols our neighborhood and keeps us safe at night strolls in the rain down the middle of Landon Road without an umbrella Stops and asks what the hell am I doing up this time of night I want to tell him to mind his own business but it’s never…
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Boomer Bovine Blues
Ziploc gladness is a plastic bag full with blueberries cool and sweet to eat while watching cable news Blue like B.B. King riffing in a club waiting for closing time and someone or anyone to take you home Milk the cows of gladness joy in a bucket – butter and cream tug the teats –…
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To a friend with a dying cat
I would tell you about a free kitten given to us when we were poor it got leukemia Cost us all kinds of money we didn’t have and the damn cat died anyway But you don’t want to hear about our expensive, free cat so I won’t tell you how Even though it was sick…
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The New Year’s cat
Gray and white tabby sits on a stump bell around its neck watches me dig roots of dead trees the earth has heaved to the surface Gray and white tabby sits on a stump preening in the sun watches me watch him watching me Gray and white tabby jingles his boredom turns his back walks…
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Father Barzare
Father Barzare blesses 100 gallons of water Father Barzare loads it in a plane Father Barzare crop dusts his little Louisiana parish Father Barzare blesses saint and sinner Father Barzare blesses rich and poor souls Father Barzare blesses the cow, the pig, the chicken, the rat, the insect, snake and worm Father Barzare blesses the…
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Christmas at the neighborhood salad bar
At dusk, two deer run in heavy traffic between cars to beat the rush and feast on shrubs And gaze at neighborhood displays of famous reindeer cousins pulling Santa’s sleigh If they would hang with Rudolph, traffic would’ve stopped and they could cross at the light 12-16-19
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Presidential primary races
Pawing at the starting gate waiting for the bell the snap of the gate The run to rail Huge hearts bursting hooves pounding down the stretch a race to the front Jockeys stand in stirrups one horse stumbles another one falls the pile grows Jockeys flung headlong mud hoof prints on silk blood on a…
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Day 342 of 2019
In the quietude of morning autumn sleeps in and waits for the sun to chase the dew Birds and reptiles are lethargic squirrels sleep in ’til noon Dog walkers have no choice but to walk their furry masters Cat lovers let their cats outside and crawl back under blankets Video gamers are just going bed…
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water’s edge
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”He builds his water-world And lives in splintered Trees with bark unfurled.” from the poem, ‘Castor Canadensis’ from the chapbook, ‘Earth Gospel’ 2019 by Tamara Miles ======================================== Let’s you and I walk a water’s edge and talk of gnawed tree trunks pointing at the sky of tree corpses pulled through nettles and vines of water…
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