Like the leopard
which not a spot can change
or zebra their stripes a-one
a mother's love
for her tiger cub
in winter snow
or summer sun
may never be undone
but when out tiger hunting
in all kinds of weather
far from the calm of an ashram
for bait a goat is often tethered
its fate... a sacrificial lamb
In April, the Chicago Cubs almost always play Scrappy ~
Come late July, their 'S's' fall off and then they play Crappy
“You got the goldfish interview, as asked?”
“I did, sir, but he lacked the wherewithal
to answer me coherently, I fear.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? The fishing section
is looking pretty thin. You showed up masked?”
“Of course I did. That goldfish flu’s no joke.
He said he’s scared of casual infection.”
“Your killer question, then? Your master stroke?”
“What is the capital of Senegal?
My curver, that one: it’s my knuckle-ball.”
“You got a cogent answer?” “Nowhere near.
He knew, he said, but couldn’t now recall.”
“His love life? Did you ask?” “He yelled, objection!
He said, that’s why he hates newspaper folk.”
“But that’s the very thing with which you’re tasked –
to get the sexy stuff! You think he’s *****?”
“He said he’d tell me after taking coke.
It seemed to me a little circumspection
might do the trick.” “Unmitigated gall
is what I call it. What I want to hear
is, if he’s in that witness thing – protection.”
“I got the feeling he was trying to stall –
I probed him, but he had no recollection.”
"cub IS hmm"
stAND in g
IN frONt o
f MY mi
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AN see
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tHIS
bAld
pATch
IS on
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OF my hea :D
Blinking away the last vestiges of slumber,
the cub takes a few tentative steps,
her paws sinking into the soft,
loamy soil.
With each cautious movement,
she pauses,
her small nose twitching,
as she samples the myriad of scents,
that permeate the forest.
The world beyond the den,
is a wondrous tapestry of sights,
sounds, and sensations,
and the cub's dark eyes shine with a curious, innocent wonder.
Emboldened by the familiar surroundings,
the cub ventures a bit farther,
her gaze fixed on a butterfly that dances,
just out of reach.
She crouches low,
her hindquarters wiggling in anticipation,
before springing forward in a clumsy leap,
her paws kicking up a flurry of debris.
The butterfly evades her grasp,
but the cub's joyful grunts echo,
through the tranquil forest,
a scene to her unbridled enthusiasm.
Cub with Mom
Soft- skinned snow white Mom- sheep
wth its cub in deep sleep.
At morning both woke up.
Mom and cub ran swift sharp.
Through bushes both to peep.
and ran but the cub slipped.
Mom rushed to hug baby,
licked the little cute ewe.
Cub closed its eyes in glee.
coiled like ball : woolly.
Both playing free frolic
rolling random rollick.
In rapture sheep to dance.
Reckless ewe starts to prance.
Jumping joyous crazy
Mom cuddled, got busy.
Mom clasped cub being pleased
Ewe sucked udder at ease.
Me walking on the lawn
amused to watch at dawn.
Hey fox cub whaur will ye play the day?
The forest floor is covered in bronze an gold
leaf hiding youngsters like you from harm
.Dinae wander far frae yer den .siblings and mother,
stay close little one theres a storm coming.
(c)Andrew Mcintyre.
baby bear comes back
playing around in the trees
scratched bark and bear hugs
Heidi Sands
7/19/22
* This is the second time since the wildfire, the cub has been around without a mother.
Too blind to play baseball
Too soft for football
Too slow for basketball
No future in sports at all
Those who can't do, teach
Those who can't teach, announce
He broadcast games for the White Sox and Cubs
When he wasn't out tapping a keg in a pub...
A microphone in one hand
A can of Bud in the other
Harry Caray, the fans' favorite
Every beer guzzler's brother
_______________________________________
*Budweiser Beer
She held on for the sake of her cub.
Who held on with her for many days.
The iceberg got smaller and smaller.
She knew her cub would not make it.
She tossed him into the ocean first.
Joining him at the bottom soon after.
Glad it was over.
Business has been a little slow
But my wife really wanted to go out to eat,
wanted to go for a real treat,
Started to worry, become a little mental
My wife wanted to go the club continental
Then I felt a little frustration
So I took her out to the local bus station
Continued:
So, there I was on the porch standing in shock
This Big Mama Bear sitting right in front of me
On her butt on the grass! Just feet away!
I thought something was wrong with her
It was a hot day, she was breathing heavy
I tried to open the door a little to get a photo
But my hands were shaking and my heart racing
As she moved, I couldn’t keep it steady
I was in a ‘once in a life time moment’ right then
I had never been so close to a bear that big
Then she got up and I realized she was ok
She turned around to walk across the yard
As I fumbled with the door still shaking….
I finally got a photo, from behind in the distance
-----As she entered the trees to leave---
----I said goodbye to my friends---
----Until next time---
Heidi Sands
6/16/17
I was relaxing on the deck when I heard the rustle in the trees
I turned around to see my visitor friend standing on my lawn
Looking at me a bit, before turning around to go out back
So, I followed in a rush through the house to get another look
I stepped onto the side porch to look and to my surprise…
--A big mother bear was sitting down in the grass--
She was just off the steps in front of me, breathing with a huff!
---- My friend was just a cub---!
Heidi Sands
6/16/17
I couldn't figure out how to get the second photo in with this one , of the mother walking away in a bit of distance.
Bear let's roar of finding her cub
My brain pockets readily packed
Of finding my baby in the cracks
Bear let's roar of finding her cub
Through side roads, trees and shrubs
My rambling thoughts keep me awake
As I keep driving with the heartache
My eyes see all the neon and lights
Crying the sights of young girls of night
Along the highway to the northern hub
Bear let's roar of finding her cub
More young girls loiter here and there
And my heart a pounding in dis-pear
At truck stops and motels I see them
Dressed up barely, strutting their gems
Guilt overwhelms, as I think of my baby
Housed on who's streets without any safety
My foot presses the pedal now to eighty
It's full steam ahead to find my baby
I sing along to the voices in my head
And pray to god she doesn't turn up dead
connie pachecho
12/29/16
They tried to slaughter the cub
They sharpened their knives
They plotted
They laughed
They cast lots
They played a stupid game to determine its fate
They tried to slaughter the cub
They didn’t see the lion guarding the cub
They tried to slaughter the cub
They hated its guts
They called it proud
They assumed it was weak
They thought it walked alone
They ignored “the shadow”
They tried to slaughter the cub
They didn’t see the lion observing it all
They tried to slaughter the cub
They were blinded by their hatred
They despised it
They wanted it dead
They wanted it gone
They approached the cub
They tried to slaughter the cub
They didn’t see the lion waiting
They tried to slaughter the cub
They signed their death warrant
They approved their own execution
The cub was unaware of the massacre
The lion erased their existence
The hedge remained unbroken
They tried to slaughter the cub
They didn’t see the lion waiting
By Sylvia Chika
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