somewhere in the north
snow lies at your feet
the avifauna still gather
upon the roof
where you would scatter crumbs
for them, our broken bread
mumbling about a one loaf love
i am having tequila for breakfast
the parrots argue
over my scrambled eggs
we are all cannibals here
we are survivors
the jungle and i
we have come to terms
and one of those is
somewhere in the north
snow lies at your feet
San Blas 92 The Patient Stones
Categories:
avifauna, lost love, love hurts,
Form: Romanticism
This amazing red headed woodpecker has a solid rat-a-tat-tat
Creating a bit of interest from my well-fed old cat
Shark stops stalking my cardinals which are way too smart
And begins staring at the oak tree with the loud sounding bark.
A robin takes advantage and swoops in for a tiny bite of kibble.
Shark lunges at her, but misses by a mile and a middle.
If he did not have such a tummy, he might have done fine.
Wrens begin swooping in, flying in a hilarious avifauna line
The birds are winning today, thanks to the distraction made
By the loud red headed woodpecker in this everglade
The sparrows are eating bird food not paying attention at all.
Shark makes a tiny leap, but his corpulence is his downfall.
The birds have won, once again, outsmarted my cat.
This is no surprise, and due to his tubby chubby fat.
He used to be spry, but he is old now like me.
I smile at the woodpecker, who is content as can be.
Categories:
avifauna, bird, cat,
Form: Rhyme