My husband's poetry

Category: animals

  • haiku for Mondays

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    squirrel falls from tree plop…gets up and runs away climbs the tree, again 11-7-22

  • Murder she wrote

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    Gloomy overcast morning, you daydream Angela Langsbury walking her dog in the park across the street. She calls out and waves. You call back frantically you are too young to die and to stay on her side of the street. As she walks away; you call out, “…and don’t forget to scoop,” rise from your…

  • Dog chases tail

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    9 am on a November Sunday feels like 10 am Daylight Savings Time hibernates for the winter 25 hour day and I still can’t catch my tail 11-6-22

  • Alice of the psilocybes

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    ask rabbits where do sylvan citizens store long winter’s hibernation dreams they wiggle their ears and snort, beware of talking caterpillars and grinning cats reshuffle the deck drop out and fold drop in, again cut your luck and ask Alice, I think she’ll know 10-11-22

  • Battle of the Equinox

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    The pond grows strangely quiet, Geese and goslings fled weeks ago, Cicadas no longer sing of love, Sated bullfrogs sleep in, Turtles are not sunning on the bank, Fish refuse to break the surface, The heron has gone hunting elsewhere. Autumn equinox arrives tomorrow, Draws depression’s curtain and Reminds us night will overwhelm the day.…

  • The grocery store is always open

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    In the magic hour between possum waddle and coyote strut raccoons feast on food left out for feral cats skulking along the fence line, Fourth of July fireworks two nights before fall equinox could be mistaken for gunfire, but sirens and blue lights do not arrive You push the trash can to the street and…

  • meditation on current events

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    Miss Piggy posed with her cleavage, her derriere and a giant green frog. Kermit puckered for the cameras; she looked away. Paparazzi called out Kiss it! Kiss it! Kiss it! again and again and again. She tossed him in the weeds and exclaimed, Prince Charming is a myth. 9-11-22

  • among rocks

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    run without restraint into the wilderness without the limp of insults to this body sit among rocks – comforted and comfortable watching for stray dogs and feral cats to see where they run, where they go where they find shelter from the rain 8-23-22

  • The gospel of Lazarus

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    Before turtles come to sun upon the bank Before heron stalk shallow water for fish Before flocks come to feast on scattered bread Rise up, walk along the shore of sleep, Pour caffeine libations among the reeds Before the rain returns, again 8-23-22

  • night sounds

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    I am a thought of the green frog that hides in a tree in our front yard calling out come find me 8-7-22