Long Nibblers Poems

Hooks and lures and fishing line, an eight foot throwing net
The sea is calm, the weather fine, there’s challenge to be met
Bait fish schools along the rocks dart frantically away
mesh descends on heavy weights to...

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Elle laissa tomber une de ses pantoufles de verre, que le prince ramassa bien soigneusement. (Perrault’s tale)

SOUL SLIPPER

magnificent her slipper —
slender, arched, flawless,
resplendent of soul (embodied

the right) a drift of gentle snow
fell as the midnight...

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The rise and fall of great mice.
A string on the tail let loose and set free.
The reach from here to there is one step.
A trampled mouse in the underground protected community.
Catches attention with the democrats.
It...

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When the snout of lush abundance is full and flowing,
when all prey and creature-kind spill upon the verdant swards,
then it is that I worry night and day,
for the stoat, fox and hawk are at work,
they...

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The God gifted, granted nature
Of each and every creature
Is its characteristic recognition
Revealing itself in unique action
 
All rats are nibblers, wasters
Dog barks on seeing strangers
Cow gives sweet, maternal milk 
And a cocoon spins lusty silk

It...

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When the green snout is full
rabbits spill on the lawn.

I worry night and day,
because the stoats and the Red Tails
are at work
even in whelm and nimiety
they hack and harrow.

The young kits are many,
the sun too...

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It's not much of a race,
science trying to outpace miracle
miracle always being fleeter than the equation
the speed of light is simply quicker than the mind
god's heart burning brighter than the hottest crucible of time
the newest...

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With bushy tails and shining eyes
our noon time nibblers come
to sit upon their pole and eat
and give us noon time fun.

They jump and scurry all about
to get what we leave there.
Wee paws, they use so...

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Did I mislay my bell ringing skull?
Thoughts are out of school
they run into fields of white mice
they multiply - fruitlessly.
Many mock me in front of my other
more head-ridden selves.

Got out of my sleep
with a crowbar...

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Death comes close in the night
when shadows grow and sleep envelopes, relaxing guards
who snore slumped in corners
their spears and shields useless on the ground, 
their dinner crumbs of cheese and bread 
just laying there for...

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Moonless, the night pastes itself
onto an imaginary sky.

Cats crouch.
Under-bush nibblers in their bolt holes
whisker speak,
as trembling senses crawl
into a skin-tight stillness.

A cloud scatters
shredding threads of perception.

A lamp-lit moon glow
peers through a momentary window,
sees the swishing...

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