Humans have their storks but not so in the Land of drups.
Where koi fish deliver new babies in polka dotted cups.
They are brought in by telepathy on the tail of a half moon.
Making their prospective parents giddy and full of swoon.
They are left in their carriers in the back yards of course.
Protected under the jurisdiction of a unicorn horse.
Don’t go telling the tale, it is not for other humans to know.
I only told you because you spied the drop and the glow.
Categories:
storks, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
In the midst of fiery crises
I miss cool, shady oases
O, Fountain, spring forth your fresh water
revive my land to evergreen
O, Abdim's storks, will you perch my neem?
O, white-feather, flaunting egrets
harbingers of rain,
and night croaking toads,
I've missed your glad tidings again
In the midst of hot desert dunes
I miss monsoons
and rows of sorghum
demarcated by a sorrel hedge
I miss evening drizzles
and their running clouds
nightly torrents
and showers between sunshines
Categories:
storks, deep, desire, feelings, future,
Form: Free verse
Seven well-fed storks
complained of being too fat,
so they started a chat.
" Why do small robins
fly fast and are happier?"
" Are they healthier?"
Mother stork replied,
" Do what they do...fly further
and you'll be thinner!"
The drab storks refused
to take her advice: to fly
like them and not die.
Categories:
storks, animals, nature
Form: Haiku