We have some squirrels that we love to see
which seem to be part of our home.
They run back and forth from our old Oak tree
and feast at the self-service dome;
to find food- there's no need to roam.
The plastic feeder with suction holds fast
to our sunroom window where we
can sit through the day enjoying the cast
of squirrels and birds that are free
to come- joining the eating spree.
We watch their drama almost every day:
each one standing guard for a turn-
at times with the stress of having their way.
They flee, and this can cause concern;
yet, when the fights end, all return.
The squirrels rank top in chains of command;
the birds all must wait in a line-
except when a Blue Jay flies down to land,
all give up their pleasure to dine-
or pecked as a stern warning sign.
With squirrels, we stand up close, very near.
They watch us while eating their feed-
accept us fondly without showing fear;
seem thankful we honor their need-
and show that we've done a good deed.
The fluttering of wings brings so much joy
when I awake each day to watch the show.
Excitedly, birds come to find the feast
that happily appears for them to share.
There at my sunroom window, it's such fun
as I watch wings start fluttering around
and hover till they find an empty spot
to land inside the see-through feeder space.
Beside the window, very close I see
a mix of sparrows, cardinals, and wrens
all patiently await with fluttered wings-
and give each species time to feed alone.
The eating space holds only two or three-
and mating couples share the space as pairs.
But still, some flutter over top to show
they're next in line to start as others leave.
But there's a thief that frightens them away!
When Blue Jay flies in close, the panic starts;
a cloud of fluttered wings takes off in flight!
When he is gone- they circle back again.
Aware their pleasures are so simply met
by coming to my feeder every day-
this morning ritual for me becomes-
a joy that thrills my heart to flutter too!
I heard the bird hit the window
So I went to find the fallen creature
He was not laying outside my sunroom
So I feel he must have gotten up
And flew away
To live another day
The sunroom in the afternoon
I’m on the couch; Missy, the floor.
We both are right competitive
when working on the loudest snore.
Poor Frances has her headphones on;
it’s that or likely lose her mind.
Or so she says, but when I woke,
I heard her sawing logs in kind.
My cat loves the spring
She listens to the birdies sing
From the sunroom she watches out
to all the changes coming about
But now she sees another cat
and she paws the window acknowledging that
Though she's an indoor cat to his outdoors
could true love ever be in store
I now feed them both, Stella and Midnight
And to watch them display their affection is quite a sight
Monday, April 25, 2022
House of sun,
where the colors sing.
Sunroom blooms!
Inner bliss
and adventures in perfume,
at sunset or noon.
Spring air wafts,
warm through the window-
Peach rose prance!
Gloss green leaves,
glow on the street of colors.
Burgundy orchids.
Sunshine days
are welcome to stay.
Cacti blooms!
Pinkly plum,
and nearly black pansies, too.
Nature's come calling.
Written on 2/20/2022
For: Give Me A Shadorma Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
I buried a bluejay today.
He flew with grace into a window pane.
From my sunroom I watched and heard the Kaplunk.
I buried a bluejay today.
I watched him take his last breaths.
Broken neck aside the rose bush.
I buried a bluejay today.
Along with some vegetables so he could decay.
And blanketed gently with some fresh soil.
I buried a bluejay today.
If I could have saved his life, it would have been my pleasure.
But God works in mysterious ways.
I buried a bluejay today.
As I sit in my sunroom,
I watch the squirrels climb the trees.
And smoke my cigarettes,
As I please.
I hear my parakeets,
Chirp away.
And ponder my issues,
As I pray...
Dear God,
Why have you forsaken me?
I'm interrupted by dogs barking,
Which I cannot see.
The community has branded me,
A broken man.
My only friends are oak and holly trees,
Which I watch them stand.
The smoke gently...
Fills the room.
Have I a future,
Or am I doom?
I see fallen branches,
And freshly cut grass.
Though my mind is filled,
With societies wrath.
Can Jesus come,
And save my soul?
Or am I alone,
With all I know?
I now pace around,
As I hear and feel the cars.
Dogs barking again,
Both near and far.
In life all I wanted,
Was a hug.
My bare feet are cold,
There is no rug.
The universe and time,
Are moving fast.
While I'm trapped here,
In these walls of glass.
3-September-2021
Cardinal peeking
Red flashes in my sunroom
Seeks window feeder
Empty feeding box
Attractive indolent bird
Pecks at my window
Angrily flitting
Eyes industrious robin
Pulling at a worm
April 28, 2021
With purpose her steps project pearlescent elegance
Finely cut fabric falls from her waist, embellishes
Weightless momentum, legs timed as ballroom
bustle musical march beside busy suburban thrum
Range Rover overgrown zebras meander, hands free
Inhabit hair salon adjacent spots, to emerge panthers
Claws comb plumb neat pelt on gym angular shoulders
Watched white teeth greet crimped cappuccino domes
From rotting fence, cluttered sunroom mottled streets
Feral hedges blend shed dilapidation with neighbours
Pearl recalls the rural run-down houses, howling low hope
Chimneys emitting messages to status never received
Mauve smoke drifts to city monotonous nonchalance
Eleventh level sky view squares share trove of eventide
Tang in coveted ticket operas from atop lavish lifestyle
High rise residents' glinted sun sets show mirrors only
20th March 2021
Written for Contest : Eight Word Bard
Sponsor : John Hamilton
Words of necessary inclusion are:
pearlescent, thrum, plumb, crimped,
feral, howling, eventide, tang
Planted too late in the season
they missed the beauty of the Christmas rush
when evergreens, mistletoe and hollies blushed
but now, with a little soil, water, warm sun hookup
the amaryllis stretches high and up,
tall and gangly, lank and lean
but on sturdy thick shoots, light green
they grow
with a two-foot-high chapeau
and the buds open slow and precise
eluting an aromatic spice
beauty, grace and petals galore
trumpeters shadow the sunroom floor
and with a scent of sweetened flavors
bloom the amaryllis' lovingly savored.
I've never known a fixed address. I love the home we've made for three years in our rental house so I'm sad that it's now up for sale. Last night, I sat in the sunroom thinking of how much I'll miss the joy I feel while in that room.
two walls are all window, one an eastern exposure
the other walls, floor and ceiling are old red, knotty wood
the brick fireplace has a beautifully carved, simple mantel
approximately twenty houseplants on antique stools thrive
on the floor among the plants is a life-sized, carved, wooden swan
many mobiles of either angels or hearts hang from the ceiling
on the mantel sits my collection of antique weather vanes
there are five, mismatched chairs in a semicircle
two spindle leg tables sit among the five chairs
on one table is an imitation antique radio tuned to light rock
in a corner, on a stand we built, is an electric keyboard
on one wall in a case we built, there is a dartboard
and everywhere in the room are memories of good, fulfilling times spent
... CayCay
August 6, 2019
There is a most peaceful, restorative place
where I can spend hours to unwind and renew.
Our sunroom addition becomes a showcase
for nature's blue sky, rolling hills, river view;
for many a year, my own magical space...
clear walls and glass roof, sunbeams filtering thru.
My heaven on earth where life's joys multiply
indoors, yet outside, neath the beautiful sky.
February 3, 2019
~3rd Place~
Contest: What Brings You Peace
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Judged: May 23, 2021
~3rd Place~
Contest: My Places
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
Judged: 02/04/2019
As the sunray's beam ~ through my sunroom's shades
And the warmth of summer ~ slowly fades
My old heart soothes ~ when flowers bloom
Fireworks boom ~ in night parades
Songbirds singing ~ in backyard baths
Children playing ~ out bursting laughs
Ocean's beaches ~ morning boat rides
Swimming, fishing ~ floating rafts
Four or "Fore" ~ an eighteen hole
The groundhog's call ~ bless his soul
His tale a myth ~ his truth be told
His course, of course ~ a summer's stroll
Priceless moments ~ in summer's sun
Love it, enjoy it ~ so much fun
Summer season ~ I do adore
My favorite season ~ there be it none
The Dog Days Endure Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory Barden
9/5/2018
As the sunray's beam ~ through my sunroom shades
And the warmth of summer ~ slowly fades
My old heart soothes ~ when flowers bloom
And newborns exit ~ mother's wombs
Songbirds singing ~ in backyard baths
Children playing ~ out bursting laughs
Ocean's beaches ~ morning boat rides
Swimming, fishing ~ on moonlit tides
Four or "Fore" ~ an eighteen hole
The groundhog's call ~ bless his soul
His tale a myth ~ his truth be told
Summer's here ~ lo and behold
Priceless moments ~ in summer's sun
Love it, enjoy it ~ so much fun
Summer season ~ I do adore
If I were god ~ I'd give us more
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