My husband's poetry

Category: animals

  • The Poltrooned cat

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in ,

    “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

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in , , ,

    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

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in , , , , ,

    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

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in ,

    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

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in , , ,

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

  • haiku for Mondays

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in , ,

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

  • Murder she wrote

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in , ,

    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

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in ,

    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

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in ,

    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

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in , , , ,

    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.…