All hail the nap!
That mini vacation,
miraculous reset,
arm-chair sedation,
restoring us to
youthful vigor
instead of creeping
mortis rigor.
So, as fugitive from
myself and the news,
I follow example
of the duck group-snooze.
Tag Archives: Mallards
March 17.19
Two mallards in the pond
are not a sign of bliss
one has staked a claim
the other says it’s his
they cut each other off
in cut-throat promenade
unmindful of how handsome
their St. Patrick’s Day parade.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, dear reader!
May your emerald top hat shine as bright!
Disconnections: June 22.18
Mama’s smile is a lovely thing
sweet, with prideful charm.
But heed the steel in Mama’s neck:
If you come closer, I’ll break your arm.
