My husband's poetry

Category: animals

  • morning tanka

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    cfblack
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    Mother Nature yawns birds call back and forth in trees lone bullfrog sings bass songversation on park bench woodpecker knocks, let him in 6-14-23

  • Cat lady

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    cfblack
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    middle of road hands in air angry, sad, devastated bends down gathers up limp kitten no crows or buzzards will pick its bones 6-5-23

  • Waking in a strange house

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    Above my head blue jay searches in roof gutter finds just the right piece and flies away. A deer samples leaves in the underbrush. Distant motorcycle accelerates, shifts gears and is gone. Family wakes on the other side of the door,; soon, I will go inside to sit on the couch until it is time…

  • Morning

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    Sit quietly above traffic sounds a leaf tumbles to ground yesterday’s rain drips from trees a turtle slowly walks in weeds 5-22-23

  • Morning

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    cfblack
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    Sit quietly above traffic sounds a leaf tumbles to ground yesterday’s rain drips from trees a turtle slowly walks in weeds 5-22-23

  • After the rain

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    After the rain you gather lost worms stranded on concrete and throw them in the grass so they may live another day. You have things to do and walk past many more that you do not save and feel guilty abandoning them to die in the hot sun. 5-19-23

  • After the rain

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    cfblack
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    After the rain you gather lost worms stranded on concrete and throw them in the grass so they may live another day. You have things to do and walk past many more that you do not save and feel guilty abandoning them to die in the hot sun. 5-19-23

  • Sip the morning dry

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    Like a ship coming to harbor, bullfrog calls out from weeds, I’m here, I’m here, I’m here. Before heat chases dawn away, I watch day shadows shorten, ask the Creator to refine my character, inhale the last fragrance of warm tea from the bottom of my cup and sip the morning dry. 5-11-23

  • Playing possum

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    cfblack
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    at a roadside grille two turkey buzzards dine on possum meat quibble over who gets the last eyeball hors d’oeuvre sometimes when you stare into headlights fall down to play dead the oncoming car refuses to play you end up an entree at a roadside grille where two old buzzards quarrel like family at a…

  • Morning meander

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    I walk on the paved path through the park; sit on a bench in need of paint; watch three squirrels race through last year’s leaves, chase each other up a tree, leap from limb to limb, chattering endlessly. Why I do not know. 5-1-23