With a-one and a-two
it’s the goose soft shoe
a shuffle and a step
ponderous schlep
slip and slide
to far pondside
with list to lee
graceful like me
I frown and sigh
why don’t they just fly?
Category Archives: Animals
February 2.19
The deep deep woods
is guarded by
a small small troll
two inches high;
he’ll challenge you
with round round eye
in little hole —
a sly sly spy.
If you would walk
his white white earth,
you pay his toll,
the tax on worth,
not in penny-ante cents
but still still pause
of reverence.
With many thanks to photographer Mary Jo Bassett.
And also thanks to Johnny Gruelle,
who introduced me to the deep deep woods in his Raggedy Ann stories ever so long ago.
January 26.19
Hey, cold robin!
It’s winter! Did you know?
You think “early bird” means
worming in the snow?
I get that winter’s
the first sign of spring
but you’re pushing
that red-breasted harbinger thing.
January 16.19
Excuse me, Eminence.
I really must ask:
do you think you’re hiding
because of the mask?
Incognito
with that wing?
Camouflage
is not your thing!
You’re subtle
as an advertisement,
the scarlet feather
of self-aggrandizement.
With apologies to Nathaniel Hawthorne.
January 12.19
Breakfast is served
if you’re not too picky
if you don’t think slimy
pondweed is icky
if you’ll brave the snow
and duckgooseflesh
you’ll savor an entrée
delectably fresh.
(Well, at least I didn’t make any cold duck jokes.)
Disconnections: September 4.18
When it’s too hot to hum,
there’s nothing to do
but sit on a zinnia
and wish for a brew.
Every so often, dear reader, I have the urge to add “Burma Shave!”
Disconnections: August 25.18
When morning sparkles
nothing is finer
than breakfast al fresco
at the pondside diner.
