When of food we did talk
she would balk
of course
to feed on horse
and quail
at tasting snail
but who knew
squirrel stew
was taboo
and don't you know
altho'
I'd never cadge a badger
eating crow
was a no-no
thus dining out
was an ordeal
for there's no knowing
what could be our meal
as going hungry is not fun
when it came to the crunch
I've had ants bat and snake
for lunch
A Bloody Tale
a vampire bat in the weeping willow tree
hanging upside down created an impasse
a fat faced full moon highlighted it
its beady eyes focused on my warm neck
in hopes it could get a taste of my sweet blood
I needed to deliver the brown leather satchel
with the Irish curio—a stolen sample
of the Blarney Stone tucked neatly inside
my way blocked by this flying mammal
I needed to distract it
my back pack contained a rare beef dumpling
for a snack while on my way
I pulled it out—some blood dripping from
its cold center
I tossed it to the side of the trail
mr. bat took the bait
I exhaled a sigh of relief and
resumed my trek. As I left
I heard a chirping sound behind me
I turned and saw the bat waving its webbed wing
in gratitude. I had to pass this way homeward
I hoped he would remember me
cat did not want to dress up as a hen
A snake, a dragon, or a reptile’s chin
What do you want to do? His mother asked him.
I think I’ll go as a bat, said that brave cat, Jim.
bat who liked candy invented a lie
I have to taste test every piece, so no one will die
The others backed off, but I called his bluff.
He threw a sucker at me and walked off in a huff
first sight delight
fouls owls howling
mate chase invite
as bats awake
hunting their prey
making love babes
bright firefly
attract with light
white in the night
nocturnal love flight
procreation
painting black sky
Riding out
into the sunset
towards sunny uplands
before moons fall
scattering rock
and tiny diamonds
as crimsoned penumbra
encircles all things.
Dark swoops like a bat
to engulf the rasping throes
of surety.
Dawn awakes fretful
Mirrors and masks fail.
Bat with the bad repute.
All I've took in
Bird with a mask;
Fiendish looking.
Bat, increasing man's fear
Of the unknown.
All I've felt overflown of
For subterfuge
Elusive darks
Its hushed refuge.
coffee please the editor said to the young intern
she could not get any after she took a walk and turn
for a baby bat who said his name was Fee
Commandeered the pot, claiming all coffee
You have to be strong and firm the editor said
She was scared to death, for a bat’s bite can make you dead
She tried to appeal to him, but he shook his ebony head
Go back and tell him he doesn’t need any, that bat said.
Barney a bawling baby bat always got his way
He wanted to choose his own jack-o-lantern Tuesday
He threw a baby fit, screeching and waving his wings a certain way.
His mother said no, but his father was pretty easy to sway.
Daddy hid his pumpkin in the boot of their car that day.
Sneaked it into the house and into Barney’s room so gray.
Mommy found it and chastised Daddy for giving a baby fit its way.
Would she cut it into shreds or give it away? No one would say.
Barney did not win that day, and Daddy was given a lecture by May.
His wife who did not reward bad baby behavior, was irritated until Thursday.
Barney and his Daddy knew this mood and stayed out of her way.
Moral of this story, give no credence to a baby fit, when you live with May.
Baby bat was somehow on the loose
the day he got into the liquored pumpkin juice
his head was swimming, his eyes were crossed
He was snizzled and snozzled, kind of lost
I will never drink this orange stuff again
he told his best friend, a black cat named Finn
Finn plied him with coffee which sobered him up.
He was irritable after his fifteenth cup.
he is known as the bat who juggles leaves
we have to go see him!
he will be in the courtyard at ten tonight!
I thought my friend was nuts.
Who wants to see a bat juggle leaves?
She would not let up.
She hounded me and hounded me.
I finally relented.
Yes, it was a bat.
And he juggled leaves.
Nothing else to say.
She is a professional revenge seeker
I would not call her a friend
more an acquaintance
Let’s call her Madeline
she will never know it is her
and she is savage in getting even
if anyone does the slightest thing to her
she is ready to take out a hatchet and lop off their head
her family is terrified of her
her neighbors cross the road when they see her coming
she has been known to chop mice into pieces and place them in your yard
if she thinks you have double crossed her in any way
here she comes now; I have to stop typing
I do not want her to suspect I am home.
Day before Thanksgiving
Working
From the frame of my upstairs window
Trees stripped bare
The sky and grass blue and white as a glacier
A big antlered buck
Chases a doe on the gold cobble of my front yard
The furnace
Vent
Materializes in the morning drapes
A bat billows to my window
Clings to the screen
Clicks and screams from his raisin mouth
To this mosquito net
Its wings spread like a charcoal web
Eyes popping for a sip of coffee
A sizzle of bacon
Please
Could you cover up the sun and bring back summer?
I can see in my mind
Its mind
As I sit here
Clinging to my own screen
Screaming
Twiddling my thumbs
Typing an e mail
To the freezing wind.
Had some strange meals in my time
ostrich alligator bat and snake
all went down well it seems
but make no mistake
altho' not going off half-cocked
and yet unsure what signs it may bode
of all the just desserts
I like my ice cream à la mode
Fans in stands & beds with heads in their hands
Bazball disbands shredded into dreaded strands
Boycott this lot don't give a jot no one understands
Piss poor bores ignore turnstile roar in hostile lands
Tanned Aussie class brass band was hardly bland
Yelping Stokes blokes giving them a helping hand
Canned the cool fool Bazball brand must be banned
Ivory tower power zen that Baz Bob and Ben wield
Defective ploys annoys but from noise boys shield
What did planning spanning 4 years actually yield
Smote gloat all the chatting not like 86 and Gatting
Bleak Ben does ken Oz not a den for weak men
Joe standing sentry his century show a footnote
For it does seem this time right quote right team
As a hack with that knack way back once wrote
Can't Bat.......Can't bowl ....Can't field!
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