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Muskrats Attitude Makes Us Happy

Miss Maddie Muskrat mastered Missouri mud
Reveling and rolling in it in a joyful way
Catfish groused that she was mucking up the river
Bass, bluegill and crappie told catfish off

Muskrat makes us happy with her positive attitude
Catfish had never thought about that side of it
He adjusted his attitude and began enjoying her mud antics
They became happy friends after that, thanks to this lecture

badgers spy the baby muskrats

Badgers were planning a picnic extraordinaire!
Red Jell-O mold towered high in the spring air.
Shall I put a cherry on top? Asked persnickety Claire.
Why not? Said another. Baby muskrats are here.

Where is your mama? Asked Mrs. Badger then.
The babies giggled and rolled and hung down a chin.
I hope she is safe, Mrs. Badger told her husband man.
If not, we have three more orphans to join our little band.

November's Raindrops

November’s raindrops shiver as they fall
Its cold grey weary sky must fade away
As winds become that howling siren call
To leave the cooling ponds in winged ballet,

As soft trickling cold streams of Autumn’s kiss
Allow the mud-caked Muskrats, come and go
For they are not the sort to reminisce
And simply live their lives as they may flow.

A snowfall silence soon consumes all sound
In a beauty to awe the rising sun
Its golden orb the glow of Winter’s crown
To which poet and pirate will succumb.

Deep within the core of rain’s November
Hide instincts that nature must remember.

Accomplished One Goal

this summer I had six goals
one of them was to clean my bedroom
I was living like a hoarder
I was not sure if muskrats or raccoons were in there
a snake would not have surprised me

was going to compile some more books
that did not happen
might clean the kitchen
not a priority evidently
determined to drink lots of water
I hate water

I spent most of my vacation cartooning and painting
played word games
did whatever I wanted to do
whenever I wanted to do it
entertained myself quite nicely
I feel sorry for people who have no idea how to do this

The Hum of Sunrise

Quietly
The hum of sunrise
Awakens the day.
Cutting the familiar wake
Of an old butter knife
Un-noticed
Silent swans
Skirting the lily pads
Pass sunning turtles
Wary eyed muskrats
And bug-eyed frogs.



John G. Lawless
©5/30/2023

The Dolphin Wins a Prize

The dolphin will roll in them, everyone assured the judge of the day.
Of course, he did too, because every dolphin loves to roll and play.
He may squash the flowers, some argued. Can we give it to the snake?
Judge was losing his patience. How much criticism did he have to take?

Either we give it to the dolphin, or I will not ever judge again.
The muskrats and beavers decided to let the blue dolphin win.
There were others disgruntled, especially the trolls and a mole.
When the excited young dolphin won, he did a victory roll!

Not Fishing

Muskrats are making love-play,
they are disturbing the water
under the wormy bank of the creek.

I am not fishing,
I am just looking at reflections.

I see a swan swallow a cow whole
before a ripple settles into reality,
yet still it remains
something copied from my eye.

A willow tree closes like an umbrella
which will be bad luck for the sky
if it rains upwards.

The brain sees upside down
and the mind sees inside-out.
Water adjust itself to both perspectives
as it swirls in the mouth of a rainbow trout
developing more pictures of itself.

The fish darts away
from the spears of a hunting sun.
Rainbows are not easy to catch
under water

and the muskrats are after it.
They dive into the colorblind air
creating abstract art
with their muddy paws.

The Fiddler and the Frog

In a damp, bluesy club in the middle of the reeds
Two amphibious musicians gathered in the weeds
Stringed instruments of driftwood and canary grass
Played with webbed fingers and a dash of southern sass
Two of them will face off to see who would headline
Swamp juice and flies aplenty and the music is divine
Marsh creatures waiting, having a drink on mossy log
While they watched the marsh house band, Bulrush Bog
Tadpoles grooving in the water, afraid of the limelight 
Since they are literally spineless, some likely stage fright
Beavers gnawing on wood, carving out a double bass
Muskrats drumming cattails at Animal’s Muppet pace
The music now quiets with the sun as the light goes dim
Fireflies set the mood, drinks filled, lake foam to the brim 
Two finalists take stage, Marsh music battle is to start
Yet… they sounded the same, you couldn’t tell them apart
So how do you decide which musical act will take the win
When it’s a toad with a fiddle versus a frog with a violin? 

January 23, 2023
The Fiddler and the Frog Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish

Potting Shed Catches Gossip

Sunlight entered the aquamarine potting shed from the east
Beating the master gardener by a few minutes or steps
Ruffled marigold seeds were waiting to be planted in seedling trays
It was March the fifteenth, an opportune time to get things started

Potting shed was feeling joyfully optimistic
She had been shivery cold for the past three months
Her owner had kept her heat at a steady sixty-seven degrees
Muskrats and field mice had left her crawlspace for warmer places. 

Mrs. G. arrived carrying armloads of sacks marked Lowes.
Two gorgeous African violets were pulled out first.
Their purple color was exquisite, they were dark and velvety.
Potting shed felt elated when she saw the floral tool bag

Here was her good friend, Jay, the Japanese hand hoe,
Sheila, the sierrated farmer’s dagger
And Hattie, the shiny new trowel – were all eager to talk.
Mrs. G. worked with fresh new dirt and pots for five hours.

The second she left the whispering began.
The tools had been shoved into a closet.
They had not seen much, but they had heard a lot.
Potting Shed sat back and listened to the latest gossip.

Harvey Elephant Lives Life In Fear

The biggest thing about Harvey Elephant was his fear.
He was afraid of zebras, fox, muskrats, opossums, even a deer.
He was terrified of oak trees, willows and sycamores too.
His mother asks, “What in the world are you going to do?”

He can’t go to the city, his father says. “He is afraid of glass.”
“He is also afraid of horns, sirens, electricity and cars that take gas.”
He could be a computer nerd and work by himself someone says.
“Great except he is afraid of computers,” said his cousin Inez.

Grand Duchess

Dampened earth announces its worth
with rotting leaves, moss on trees.
Dew’s panache from morning’s wash
mystic glow with sighing sough.

Senses heightened and enlightened.
Hare bides hole, fidgeting mole; 
musky muskrats, batting bats;
sweet sugar canes, berry stains.

Nature feeds our feral needs.
Nature clears our eyes and ears.
Nature hones sensitive nose.
Nature touches - grand duchess.

I Adore My Piles of Clothes

I am a semi-hoarder; not quite there yet, but on my way
because I love having things sit around in piles.
Piles are a comfort to me.

If you put my clothing into drawers I may not find them again.
Thus, I have a chair pile, a clothes tree pile and a bathroom pile.
Not to mention the guest room bed pile of clothing.

These are my favorite things to wear.
I am able to get them when I want them.
They are easy to find; because I can readily see them.

Someday I may have developed into a true hoarder.
I will have muskrats living in the living room
and a family of raccoons diving under the beds.

I may or not see them or the beavers in the bathroom
based on how high and deep my piles have become
Today I grab up my favorite orange sweatshirt
and celebrate my piles.

Closets and cupboard drawers are not for everyone.
Certainly not for me; I have lost more in there
than I have ever found.

Mesmerized Minions Merrily Mention Making Millions

Morey Mouse made merry,
Mollifying Mallory’s Mama,
Maybe mixing mammoth metaphors

Marvelously mystical, Marmaduke mimed
mingling, meshing, ‘mogrifying magical mites,
Measuring muskrats minding miniature minnows

Meddlesome merrymakers, Mr. Mumbsly mentioned, miffed.
Mesmerized minions made millions, merely making mincemeat.
Mediocre maybe, magnificent Mrs. Mumps meticulously mentioned.

Winter Exhales

Swans - thrump-thrumping
practice take offs and landings

Geese honk
file flight plans

Muskrats build
mud and stick domes

Beaver maintenance crews
make ready

frogs retreat
while the mud is soft

Osprey screech
above naked woods

A doe follows
a scented path

Turtles secure
their mobile homes

A woodpecker
sends Morse code alerts

The ice shell
creeps

Winter exhales
across the pond

John G. Lawless
9/25/2020

Magnificent Masquerading Marauders

Magnificent marauders masquerading magically might mean 
Messy mollusks masticate marbled marigolds momentarily. 
Maybe. 
Moreover, momentous mosquitoes might make marvelous mini-muffins mixing marmalade momentarily. 
Meanwhile 
Minnie made monthly memories merely medicating masses 
Mediocre men mysteriously manufactured man-made missals 
Might mean 
Millionaires mystify magical muggles’ meager melodies making 
Magnifying, mollifying mortifying mind-blowing majestic missives. 
Moreover, 
Mummies, mammograms, mushrooms, minks, musicians, 
Models, maestros, minions, muskrats, merry men 
May 
Momentarily medicate marvelously magnificent marauders. 
Meanwhile 
Mary May memorize multiplication minimizing 
Mark’s Mother’s marmalade mini-muffin memory. 
M might make momentous mountain-mincing molehill.

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