My husband's poetry

Category: Birds

  • 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

  • 3 poems on 1-23-23

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    #1 Water is muddy After rain During drought Clear Of the Two, I much prefer Rain. ========================================= #2 Plastic bottle floating among weeds along the shore did the rain push you or did someone throw you in? I will wait for the wind to drive you closer to shore before I gather you up for…

  • 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

  • winter haiku

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    red cardinal flits among last summer’s brown leaves colors of winter 12-30-22

  • 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…

  • Caught between

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    heron stalks shallow water in the middle mallards glide in circles I am caught between blaring church music and a lone basketball player droning songs only he can hear on headphones 12-11-22