A pretty sunny day can start off with white fluffy clouds,
the bright blue sky becomes the big backdrop.
I love to sit and watch the white fluffy clouds,
as they dance across the bright blue sky.
Many times as I watch,
I see zoo animals walking by.
Then the thunder sounds off,
like a canon across the sky.
The day is going from pretty to dark,
is rain about to come in for a visit?
As the peaceful wind starts to pick up,
the birds fly to hide.
It has been hot and dry here,
everything needs a bath and a cool drink.
The flowers and trees welcome the rain,
as the pitter patter starts.
Come down slow they seem to say,
make the rain last for awhile.
A is for Apple, so shiny and
red,
B is for Bear tucked away in
his bed.
C is for Castle with towers
so tall,
D is for Duckling who plays
in the hall.
E is for Elephant, heavy and
grand,
F is for Frog jumping over
the sand.
G is for Goat wearing bright
yellow boots,
H is for Hippo who munches
on roots.
Grab your box of crayons
and color so bright,
And paint all these letters
from morning until bedtime!
I find profound joy,
epic peace among plants and
many animals!
A LAKESIDE VIEW
Crabs crawling the shore,
Fish flip flopping the water;
Smiling crocks, resting.
in my backyard,
where they came looking for me
The orangutang surveyed the property
from the top of the garden shed
The jaguar looked bored
on the trampoline
The snow leopard walked
figure eights around
the potted tomatoes
The kangaroo kicked a dingo
and I had to referee
The albatross wasn't keen on company,
so he danced through the sky
as if swinging by strings
The anaconda had already eaten
so, he slept beneath the magnolia tree
The giraffe was less than thrilled
with the greens
growing in Greensboro,
so he scanned the horizon
for something better
I listened to the unexotic
Northern Mockingbirds
in the grey branches
and was happy
With a stroke of your brush,
the magic begins,
The lion grows fur and a
proud, golden chin.
The elephant trumpets and
steps off the page,
While a colorful parrot flies
out of its cage.
A blue dolphin leaps from a
bright painted sea,
And a furry brown monkey
swings down from a tree.
A tall striped giraffe reaches
up to the skies,
While a soft bunny hops as
the purple ink dries.
Every animal wakes with a
splash and a gleam,
In the magical book where
the pages can dream.
Want someone who’s good?
Can help your company make sale?
I could sell milk to a cow,
and for free I’d chuck in the pail.
I can make a pigeon buy scraps,
a snake part money for venom;
I am the silver-tongued cheque with a grin
who persuaded jeans to shop for denim.
So, you need some success?
Change that red line to black?
A leopard would order spots from me,
I’m not a run of the mill old hack.
who is holding these animals up? Someone asked me.
we were at a six-ring circus, but too far away to see.
The elephant was on the top, which looked rather odd.
heavy hippo holding him gave me a rare nod.
I nodded back and caught a weird ugly smile
From the next joker down, a grisly green crocodile.
Under him was a spoon-billed pelican with beady black eyes.
A super mouse was holding them all up, a huge surprise!
Comedy of summer has come to my yard.
Pond Turtle seems clumsy as seen tripping
on concrete gravel. Two scrub Jays compete
for a comfy spot, bickering over tree limbs.
A Beetle Bug runs in circles on the front porch
deck, then counter-clock-wise--Practicing what?
Choreography for the Beetle Bug barn dance?
Our little dog mimics a lizard doing pushups
in sunshine on the deck, as the lizard stares
him down.
The Buck in the back yard sits in dirt to rest,
his antlers being too big to cart around
much longer. Doe stands over him tapping
her hoof, or so it looks like to me from here.
The enemies talk, and receive applause
Their repertoire stays the same
Only it’s getting a little bit worse
A step shorter towards the end game
The funny thing is that all understand
We get closer to animals the humans wiped out
The UN may express the best worry they can
May organize the grand meeting about
But it’s obvious, not only to the masterminds
That the point of so called no return
Has already been passed, and no one could find
The alternate route to take on
We are undergoing involution
For quite some time, since the World War 1
And actually, it didn’t end with solution
That exactly states what was won
No rational reason explains how on earth
We’ve come to this state of affairs
Was it written in genes since the first man’s birth?
I’ve no clue, I guess nobody cares.
at the cold North Pole...
aurora of polar bears
standing right-side up
waddle of penguins
living in Antarctica...
standing upside down
at the Equator
a hissing slither of snakes
sideways, on the edge
Reading about totems or power animals is enlightening
In one week I will see five deer, or six red cardinals
I know there is a message in these sightings so I research
Cardinals bring messages from heaven; deer remind me to be soft
When I was walking around a pond one time I felt eyes on me
I stood still and scanned the horizon, thinking I would find a fox
But there was no fox, yet my feet were rooted in one spot
A voice was stilling me, willing me to stand there.
I scanned the other side of the pond, feeling surveyed.
Sudden movement on the trunk of a tiny tree took my attention.
A small brown snake slithered down that tree.
My clairaudience kicked in; I knew I was in touch with this creature.
He slithered away, unconcerned, recognizing message was received
I researched snakes that day; they represent renewal, and vigor.
Signaling a new direction, project or career.
The Beast as a witness
Even the camel saw the rot in you,
A beast who knew your spirit was unkind;
He struck you down as any witness would,
Leaving your hollow threats and pride behind.
You were a man who lived to wound and scar,
Who spent your years as shadow and as thorn;
But your worst work, the deepest, darkest cut,
Was when you left me, disowned and forlorn.
For even the beast had the insight to see,
The monster you hid while you haunted me
"If even a beast knew your soul was a shell,
We leave you to rot in the furnace of hell."
Two cats
One house
One barks
One meows.
They have tails
They have limbs
They have a head
But only one can think.
Tell me which is which
And I'll tell you a tale
Of a man,
And a witch.
As I was doing Tai Chi in my room,
my breath became the wind.
I turned around; a statue of a Tibetan monk spoke to me.
He turned into a man, and he showed me a secret handshake.
The next day, as I was fishing,
a lion and two tigers were inside the white house.
I gave them two bowls of food:
the lion had freshly diced tuna with a base layer of guacamole,
the two tigers had raw beef.
As I was petting the tigers, one of them put his paw on my arm.
The razor-sharp edge of his claws brazed my skin so gently but so fiercely.
The lion smiled back at me as a close friend would.
We took a yacht out and sailed through the city,
not caring about the red lights or the boundless places we could go.
City light's flashing past us as we glided on the water's edge.
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