Rain rain go away come back another day
sun sun dazzle me as I take a peek and see
rabbits hares and cottontails, Hurray Hurray!
Rain rain go away come back another day
in the forest lives a fae
when it rains she starts to flee
Rain rain go away come back another day
sun sun dazzle me as I take a peek and see
Categories:
cottontails, appreciation, sun,
Form: Triolet
The meadow has come alive with sight and sound
As I go through the gate, I hear buzzing all around,
The bees are busy working on milkweed flower
Waist-high daylilies and coral honeysuckles tower,
Enticing a few hummingbirds into the crowded field
I snap a piece of sassafras which is carefully peeled,
Soon I see three cottontails on the path up ahead
About the same time, a cardinal flashing by, all red,
I hear the call of a tanager and a mourning dove
Today, there is so much here in the meadow to love.
The narrow pathway is overgrowing with wild carrot
Originally blown over here from a nearby cattle lot
Breezes are stirring up the gnats and dragonflies,
And I keep wiping floating pollen out of my eyes.
As I expected the mother deer has weaned her fawn
I’m surprised to see her here so long after the dawn,
The afternoon sun beating down is now aggressive
I should have known better, it’s becoming oppressive.
I’ll head toward home, foregoing a walk to the river
A sunstroke is threatening; I have begun to shiver.
Written July 16, 2022
Categories:
cottontails, animal, flower, insect, july,
Form: Couplet
the dance of the dead
Forever and ever
You will be my love.
Eternity.
On green meadows, he walks.
Held up by skeletons
On land fit for horses.
White cottontails
Burrows underground
To the bones of the dead
But they bring
Nothing up
It is not food.
Forever and ever
You will be my love.
Eternity.
The stream has clean water
Filtered through
Human bones.
Endless wars
In Europa has not ceased.
Forever and ever
You will be my love.
Eternity.
The victims
An inferior race.
Today it is
Palestine that pays
Red is the sand.
Peace is a world
The void of humans.
Forever and ever
You will be my love.
Eternity
Categories:
cottontails, blessing, deep, earth day,
Form: Canzone
'Bunnies!', 'Yes, bunnies!'
a lonely pooch
sniffing the mound of dirt
Sniff, sniff flung the Yorkie
'Bunnies!', 'Yes, bunnies!'
'Bunnies!' curl up cute and cuddly
while across the way
a kingdom full of gophers
a mound of dirt
I sat engaged and skunking
amazed I'm watching
I saw the fantails
Cute little cottontails
When I thought of the bunnies
That proud speculum - that proud
And so you came gently fluttering
the wrigglers never rabbiting
must be their cute cousins
The marl laughed
'Bunnies!''Yes, bunnies!'
So cute soft and cuddly
So, distinctly I was pea-cocking
And my eyes have all the plumbing
While listening to the robins
Remembering many initiated, silent bunnies
so cute and cuddly
7/5/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
cottontails, adventure, animal, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
There was once some brown cottontails
They hopped on a boat with sails
They drifted away
Out into the sea
They were lost in a big gale
Categories:
cottontails, animal,
Form: Limerick
10236 Charing Cross Road
Holmby Hills, CA. 90077
To go where young rabbits frolic and dance
Would be a sweet treat if I had the chance
To swim in the water where famous cottontails get wet
Where champagne bubbles are spilled by the elite jet set
Maybe I might win a million dollar lotto
That could be my ticket to enter the grotto
Past muscle bound bouncers, inside velvet ropes and stanchions
To ogle, google and spill my own bubbles at The Playboy Mansion
To escape normality and alter reality before I grow old
Playing with Playmates and Bunnies and this months Centerfold
10236 Charing Cross Road, Holmby Hills CA. 90077
Without a doubt this is the address of Heaven
Thank you
Mr. Hefner
Categories:
cottontails, beauty, body, celebrity, fun,
Form: Rhyme
EASTER MORN – from the chap book,
From Childhood, by Dave Austin
Wake up! -
overnight – soft bunnies
yellow chicks
crawling the bed covers -
Brain an eggshell
In an old, stained tea cup
Wake up!
Bright, white Easter morn -
Silent bells toll invitation to the hunt
The bowl of eggs is gone,
Table strewn with dyes.
Cottontails climb the walls
Before my very eyes
One nest right in sight
Fuzzy-spills its sides -
Candy beans
Blue egg dried
SHOUT!
Mom in housecoat,
Dad in terry robe,
They’ve heard.
Brother? Sister? Still asleep.
I shrug, eat a loaded chocolate bird
SHOUT!
I’ve found a nest on top the piano,
Another on the fireplace mantle.
I break a blue egg’s shell -
Careless of the face, lovingly traced.
SHOUT!
Cries to wake the dead,
I should care.
Joy loves company.
Wake sister, brother
That all might share.
Oh, to rise on a feathery Sunday’s morn,
Break colored shells,
Eat chicks before they’re born.
Categories:
cottontails, beautiful, childhood, easter,
Form: Free verse
Brother and I borrowed a ride.
Upon a hay baler machine.
We balance ourselves with iridescent eyes,
On fresh cut blocks of green.
Three by three the layers are stacked,
Tightly bound with sturdy string.
We sprawl on our sides watching the crows,
As we whistle, hum, and sing.
Alfalfa aromas penetrate all,
While shears vent pulsing grasses free.
Snakes flee, mice scurry, cottontails bound,
From the tines, as ground is stripped for all to see.
We have reached the magic mark of ten bales high.
We rest on bended knee.
But the culmination of our journey,
Leads towards a low hung tree.
Pushing ourselves flat against the fresh cut feed,
We reach through upturned leaves.
Nimbly picking little mulberries,
As purple juice stains the hungry thieves.
Categories:
cottontails, brother
Form: Rhyme
I love this woodland of togetherness, where the branches reach out, entwine
pull and lull me in. Where the sunlight bisects the canopy, falling in shards of
love, kissing each leaf in its effortless fall. The absorbent floor soaks of moss,
lichen and fern in a peace far from the chainsaw of reality. Indications of life
surround in a cloak of serenity, the bark of deer, the scampering of
cottontails, the gruff grunting of wild boar not always seen but their presence
felt in eerie shadows. I walk the glitters and glistens of cobweb lace, take the
quiet in eager gulps awash in the grace of growth. The watching eye of wise Owl
looks as if to say you lucky bastard, blinks and could not give a hoot. I parade
in happiness and content dismissal of the inane world outside natures blanket,
for I have seen the effects of of the two legged beast with his devouring heart,
full of greed and broken promises. No this is the pace I wish to bear, carry for
the rest of my natural days, where the seeds are scattered idyllic by a soft and
gentle hand. I will tread silently this woodland created by time and tranquillity
and try to avoid the guilt of disturbance.
Categories:
cottontails, nature
Form: Prose Poetry
EASTER MORN
WAKE UP!
The bright white Easter morn
Silent bells tolling invitation to the hunt
The bowl of eggs are gone
Table strewn with dyes
And cottontails climb the walls
Before my eyes
One nest right in sight
fuzzy spills its sides
candy beans
blue egg dried
Oh to rise on feathery Sunday’s morn
Break the colored shells
Eat chicks before they’re born
Categories:
cottontails, childhoodeaster,
Form: Free verse