My husband's poetry

Category: Birds

  • 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…

  • 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

  • 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…

  • Walking shadow

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    bird lifts from perch detaches from its shadow and soars no matter how far I walk or fast I run my shadow clings to my feet and holds me here 1-12-25

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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…

  • haiku rinse

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    moss glows fertile green birds sing the morning awake woods drip last night’s rain 5-30-25

  • Loving a rescue dog

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    Love lived in dog years ends Before you are ready for it to end So you foster another dog Try to break bad habits Their previous owners couldn’t You use a kennel, put them on a diet and Maybe it works But still, love lived in dog years ends Before you are ready for it…

  • 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