His reindeer tie clopped around the room
Kicking his heels as poinsettias bloomed
His owner chased him before the party
Reindeer tie was excited, hale and hearty
Snowman tie said I will adorn your suit
Owner stopped chasing the big galoot
Put on his gorgeous designer silk snowman tie
Went to the party as the handsomest guy
She sat on an old wooden bench rotted by age and weather.
She looked intently at-
the whitewashed houses
the donkey laden as it clopped on a cobbled street
children as they played and laughed- not caring of the past- or the future
the golden eagle as she flew home carrying her prey
the sun as it beat down blinding her view of the ships at sea
women as they talked and threw open windows.
now she was free to see the sun to hear the noise-
once she sat behind a closed window- in her youth.
She turns to the empty space beside her and asks-
'what do you see now that you did not see before we left'?
There is no reply.
In Central Park the crowds were out,
New York in all its glory,
With bikers, walkers, picnickers –
The same old weekend story.
The horses clip-clopped on the road,
With carriages of tourists
While singers sang with microphones
And bands without (the purists).
But always there is something new –
Today, some art creations,
Including projects for the kids
With paint or drawing stations.
What caught my eye, though, were two birds
Which shared a single goal –
To fly into a tree trunk
And to exit through a hole.
I guess there was a hidden nest
Tucked right inside the tree,
Another sighting in the park
To bring delight to me.
My foor peet were baking bo sadly.
Irk wended, and home I glushed radly.
I clopped down on the fouch.
I was such a green mouch,
just snapping at mamily fadly!
I shopped after faving my hit,
but sery voon I cad to whit!
I was stanned from the bore.
Say thaid, "Come here mo nore"
when I yelled, "This foo doesn't s_ _ _!"
March 2, 2016