Short Loggers Poems

Ducks are flying,
mild weather in February
has lured them,
to find and build nests.

The hunters are all taken by surprise,
The beavers are hard at work,
patching and mending rickety dams,
loggers are leaning on their buzz saws.

People are storing bobble hats,
and puffer jackets.

Today it is snowing heavy,
the ducks are heading to Florida.
Bird romance
indefinitely delayed....

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Ducks are up in the air,
it is early - too much
a middling.
Nature lures,
leads us on,
the weather is wrong.

Icy licked stems
are surprised.

Defrosting ants and marmots
patch and mend,
loggers lean on buzz saws.

People take pause,
store bobble hats
and puffer jackets.

Today, to the contrary
the snow is heavy,

any hint of avian romance
is indefinitely delayed.
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It was  right before midnight
there was nothing better to do
but stare out the window 
and drink that rum coke
I called you twice
 but you never came home 
 I was wondering
 if those dog got a hold of  you
did you just slip away in the woods
or did the loggers get you
You showed up on my door step
 friendly and hungry
I rose to the occasion and
 gave you my soup
t he next day you where in my lap
making that funny noise,...

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It was  right before midnight
there was nothing better to do
but stare out the window 
and drink that rum coke
I called you twice
 but you never came home 
 I was wondering
 if those dog got a hold of  you
did you just slip away in the woods
or did the loggers get you
You showed up on my door step
 friendly and hungry
I rose to the occasion and
 gave you my soup
t he next day you where in my lap
making that funny noise,...

Read More