My husband's poetry

Category: Birds

  • Venison

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    “A fawn discovering its legs/she perched on tall heels/with faux diamonds on the toes” from ‘Girl on the Bus’ by Andrew K Clark midnight deer stilted headlight run across road three friends wait late night foray stiletto feet tail in air if she’s not careful she won’t see morning 2-25-20

  • Canticle of bones

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    in the rain in a green field in homage of another time stands an abandoned house we know what kills a farm chases a family to the city but not what kills a whale that swims in a field of green ___ bleached bone corpse stripped of bark where children played swung on branches laughed…

  • a modest proposal

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    This morning I saw flocks of crows hanging out on equipment abandoned in a swamp and then I thought maybe they missed the flight for their yearly winter Caribbean vacation It was cold and rainy and then I thought wouldn’t it be nice if the folks who do genetic engineering bred GMO black crows with…

  • Numinous

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    Little bird sings alone sings to buds and leaves of the limb sings to trees and light in the woods Little bird sings of love sings to rising and setting of the sun sings to wind and moon in the sky 2-16-20

  • Frog hymns

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    In the woods Tree frogs sing Sing songs of waking Sing Spring’s first hymn Sing call and response Is anyone awake? …I am Where are you? …Over here Where is here? …Tell me about yourself, first I am male, isn’t that enough? …I want to be romanced I don’t have all night …We have all…

  • Our neighbor’s cat

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    Our neighbor’s cat creeps quietly doesn’t jingle the bell around its neck chases birds in my yard and leaves the squirrels alone A feral cat habituates the shadow corner of our yard hunts rodents in the night and I’m okay with that I don’t like our neighbor’s cat I wish he’d stay at home eat…

  • Iowa

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    When crows fly off to winter in Mexico the woods grows dumb with grackles in trees Flocks of pundits that do not give good omens or laugh at the straw men caucusing in the fields Buzzards take their place along the fence watch squirrels play in traffic hoping for a meal 2-4-20

  • a tanka for the sun

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    I do not know where birds hide on cold, rainy days today, they woke me calling to one another “Ollie, Ollie outs in-free” 2-1-20

  • Edge of night

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    You sit on the end of a bench with a book and warmed over coffee On the other end is a pine cone you don’t begrudge it space and let it stay In a late afternoon woods warblers sing in bushes cardinals call back and forth You watch a leaf pick itself up off the…

  • The scrimshander

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    all that remains as proof that once he sailed oceans chasing a whale fleeing for its life a life worth 100 barrels of rendered fat he pulled a tooth to etch while waiting for his next kill now it sits on some collector’s mantle who doesn’t know and doesn’t care to know the sailor’s name…