My husband's poetry

Category: Birds

  • 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…

  • Psalm of praise

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    In the beginning There was the word and it was poetry …..ET call home, Be wakeful and watch the sky *(Say) This morning is holy **(Say) This morning is holy Stars have fallen from the heavens, All the bell towers have gone silent, The thief in the night has come and gone and we are…

  • 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…

  • Cassie’s hat

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    sunrise, thirty degrees, take your blood pressure meds and crawl back in bed 9 am, put on Cassie’s hat, grab coffee in a blue cup and walk to the park watch mallards rush to safety on the other side of the pond as you approach return from the park, your father’s voice demands to know…

  • 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

  • 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

  • Don’t listen with your eyes

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    blue jay swoops wide-spread tail and wings white tips and black accents breaks its flight nestles on green limb opens its mouth and squawks nuthatch flits hops about the trunk of trees squeaks and sings in descants mockingbird role plays aggressively guards its space sings whatever the hell it pleases of the three I much…

  • Walk inside the warm

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    Last night you woke to the sound of northern winds in southern pines, the furnace chugging dollar bills and barfing BTU’s in the hall, while a dog howled two doors down to be let back inside. You had been dreaming you were chosen to shoot a basketball – something about winning money for a homeless…