Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Birds, squirrel, cat and storms - poems

Wren flies
to the metal,
bird-topped shepherd's hook, looks
at it as if to ask, 'where can
I nest?'
~~~

How to
describe bird's sound?
Oh, 4 feet of iambs!
'Mi-SHIP-ee-SHIP-ee-SHIP-ee-SHIP'
Aha!
~~~

A squirrel
digs in the yard
close to the house. Even
when I ask it what it's doing,
it digs.
~~~

Mama
cardinal lights
on the yard tricycle
before flying to the suet
feeder.
~~~

Watch out
bird! I'm closing
in on you and your feast
of roadkill. I don't want to smash
you flat!
~~~

THUNDERSTORM
A storm
thundered in, moved
east, leaving gentle rain,
fresher air, and a scared, old cat
behind.

After
the storm and rain
the grey cat follows me
outside, but stays close to the door,
in case . . .

Later,
thunder rumbles,
quiet-like; the cat mews
quietly, too. Soon, both increase
their noise.
~~~
~~~
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