My husband's poetry

Category: animals

  • Hush

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    Hush patient blue grey sentinel Walk quiet do not break his concentration SNAP squirming fish slides down throat 1-25-23

  • Along the fence line

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    On a winter day I asked the bare bush that invades the fence line near water’s edge about spring and the bright green anoles that chase along the rail and flush their necks coral pink hoping nubile anoles might see. It replied, “Soon, old man, soon” 1-19-23

  • Augury

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    Because there are no worms or flies this time of year, I will not begrudge a murder of crows a careless squirrel, lying dead in the road. Every once in awhile an easy meal’s okay. Maybe they’ll be more cautious than roadkill squirrels and won’t adorn a grille 1-18-23

  • The last big freeze

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    New Year’s Day, high overhead behind partly cloudy skies jets rumble. On muddy banks turtles return to sun. Dark shells absorb energy, waken dreams of summer. Unbeguiled by a change in the weather, I mourn the ones that did not make it through the last big freeze and the citizen survivors of another missile attack…

  • how many

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    how many generations of evolved fish only swam the surface near shore before the first one dared walk on land 12-31-22

  • The Poltrooned cat

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    “Discretion is the better part of not getting exsanguinated.” (Jim Butcher) This morning, brown moss waits for warmer weather to green, again. You startle a white heron. It spreads wings, catapults up on long legs, ascends in spirals crests the trees and is gone. Blue heron continues unafraid its slow hunt among weeds. White socked…

  • Thin air

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    On the Saturday morning before winter solstice, you walk along the shore watching squirrels chase each others tail up and down trunks of trees leaping from tree to tree, playing catch me if you can. _____ One misjudges its abilities and the distance between two trees, grasps at nothing, belly flops in chill water, swims…

  • Wednesday morning

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    City trucks out early gathering piles of leaves trees discarded After hiding from rain for two days tree dancers scurry and swirl in search of calories Mallards have left the pond their honeymoon over Flowering bush in the park refuses to give up on beauty A day or two in the sun and dry clatter…

  • Postmodern psalm of benediction

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    Bless the garden cat that consorts with painted plaster gnomes, stands at the gate and rubs against your leg for cuddles when you are alone Bless the backyard possum that eats ticks and rodents, plays dead when he is scared, rises from the dead and hides when you look away Bless the dog walkers who…

  • haiku of an autumn pond

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    mallards cruise near shore in the reeds two herons court frogs and turtles sleep 12-1-22