Qua…

Sunlight in the grass, alas, strange shimmer. Glistening morning dew, the birds quiver; Qua they sip water [green blades] hastily. Heat and mist, like a white robe, lazily Lounges against… qua the squirrel sits On the small deer statue, qua he...

hidden

deep within the bush shadows and green leaves the mockingbird stirs

industry

pat, pat, pat, long-fingered squirrel buried a nut in the earth

SIZE

A simple brown wren can be called “skerrick”– small, but strong, melodious merit. What a goldfish eats seems skerrick in size. Giving it lots, though, would be ill-advise. To hear a skerrick scream is frightening. What’s the source, or the...

The Room I Can’t Escape / A Kind of Meditation

  Trees drop their leaves.  A brisk wind, a celestial temper tantrum, branches break.  Seasons are cycles, moods, the blink of an eye, lower lip sticking out, toys scattered across the lawn, time to clean up my room, but what if I can't move?  What...

WHIRLWIND

    Fluctuating moods, tourbillions; Playful winds are expert vaudevillians. The birds in the tress are chit-chattering; Explosive take-off, the flock’s shattering. Tourbillion, I know male dogs fight, When a comely female strolls into...

Return

Cats know how to curl up, into a ball. Sometimes their slumber is a sinewy sprawl. Leaves descending to the earth like a sigh; A bare tree lifts its limbs towards the sky. Resilient squirrels cuddle when they’re cold. Together, they’re inspiring...

HI

turning around one hundred eighty degrees mockingbird hello — as I walked below its perch the bird looked down at me.

Surreal Possibilities

Crackerjack the Cat jump up on the fence, Virtuoso tightrope, Higgity Hence! When Mockingbirds fly, they’re crackerjack, Chasing a Crow, it’s good-natured smack. Stars twinkle in the sky, a midnight task To close my eyes and to dream Crackerjack....

slight of hand

black birds like the shuffling of cards wander through the grass

Sweet Mystery of Life at Last I’ve Found You…

A Comic who says a most crazy thing, totally deadpan, is rib-tickling. Tangling with yarn, my cat’s no master, stirring in me rib-tickling laughter. Birds in a bush, chirping and chattering makes me grin, but is it rib-tickling? Rib-tickling is...

Stasis

profile ponderous snow mountain black rocks white cat [with tabby patches] contemplates the sun-blessed mist

The Little Gray Cells…

Encephalon, a stand-in for brain, elusive thoughts fluttering down the drain. A bird’s encephalon’s naturally small, yet its instincts “hone sharply”, knowing all. Focused frenetic flying is an art. How much does the encephalon take part? ...

roughhouse

tumbling cats chasing each other in the grass practice [?] or play

war

harsh sunlight fragile, red hues, roses they’re lonely soldiers

CHAOS (and/or definition of a word)

 “Tohubohu,” gay mockingbirds chortled. Dance across the wires, messages garbled. When cats disagree, it’s tohubohu. Battle scars manifest, provokes boo-hoo. Fluttering hens pecking at scattered seeds; Tohubohu in regards to who feeds. Eyes...

how to move

a soft shoe, hopping sideways through the bright dew the lean rabbit

The Dance

boil, percolation — mockingbird leaps in the air then resumes his perch.

Ode to the Inchworm & to Those Who Sung Its Praises

When the inchworm measures the marigold, Is it prospecting for elusive gold? Walking “the path” in early morning light, I hear the birds sing and find second sight. The orange tabby lingers in the grass, Contemplating the dew [and other cats]. ...

Nothing Ordinary Here

Mulling the magic, ordinary days… Do cows ruminate on the grass they graze? When birds are soaring high in clear blue skies, The essence of the moment fills my “eyes”. A Day’s magic distilled into minutes — Cat’s curiosity knows no limits. He...

voice

a beguiling sound the orange cat sat so still as he listened

Visiting

Fluttering shadow, a Crow tries to grasp a branch — dark calling card.

wee spirit

clear blue sky a brown wren flew above me touching my soul

Figuring Out A Cat…

Quietly, the slender gray tabby stared. When I blinked, he vanished, a secret shared. Small orange “tiger” flew up the driveway, like a scared bird gone, ‘fore I had my say. A friendly white [and gray] cat approached me. My attention wandered,...