all automatic alligators arrive arrogantly
barely behave beautifully but brazenly
carousing with creepy cruddy crocodiles
desperately denying despicable wiles
effectively expediting expediency
forever forsaking fruit flies who flee
glaring at grazing gritty grouses
hijacking horrific herbivore’s handy houses
igniting ingenious iguanas in I-o-Way
jubilantly joining jerky jaguars along the way
kibitzing kinesthetic killers from Zion
lollygagging like lively luxurious mountain lions
marvelously marking multitude of mini monkeys
notoriously noting nefarious nodules of displease
ostentatiously opening overt outages in Oregon
providing panda putrid prey Paul just spit on
quarrelsome quicksand quail
rapidly reading registered mail
saying sassing sentences swiftly
turning terrific tarantulas toenails thickly
utilizing underwater undercurrents down under
verifying valid villans' voluptuous plunder
with wild willingness and witchy wonder
‘xacting ‘xactly ‘xtreme ‘xestentialism supreme
yelling youngster’s yips on front of the queen
zinging zealous zealots into zebras galore
end of this abcedarian poem, there is no more.
Of all the games I’ve ever tried
The hardest one, I think, is chess
It leaves me dazed and half cock-eyed
Each time I play ~ Why, I regress!
The bishop moves diagonal
The knight, he hops and skips
The rooks, they slide rectagonal
The Queen and King, they give me yips
I marvel at these Russian kids
They take to chess ~ as ducks to water
I struggle to keep up with them
And brace myself to be slaughtered
My mommy says, “It’s just a game”
~ Yet that excuse sounds rather lame
Belligerent bulldog blows up balloons, bulbous and blue.
Frantic frenzied flamingo flips for a flute and a flu.
Persnickety porcupine prances perilous with pooh,
Concerned calico cat coaxes a cardinal’s carnival coo.
Daredevil dolphin diligently designs dalmatian dog’s hairdo.
Serendipitous skunk sashays toward sticky sweet stew.
Lavishly laborious lion lunges into little linguistic loo.
Youngish yak yells and yips at yellow bellied you.
Heart stopping scream.
Permeates the woods.
A woman being murdered.
I grab my flashlight.
I wouldn’t do that if I were you.
I glare at my friend.
A woman is being killed.
I am going to save her.
That was a bobcat, she says.
I come right back to the deck.
There are no more screams
But yips of coyotes.
A lifetime goes by
just hanging about in the foyer
waiting for the right movie to start.
Then you realize
you have been the only theater in town.
Inside your play within a play
angels appear at various exit doors,
they have flashlights
you are handed a card which reads:-
‘Go to the light,
it’s the second door on the right.’
You go through the that door.
On the other side
people you once knew cheer,
some old friends of yours
that died upon a different stage
good naturedly jeer.
The dead dog you once
had to put down
yips happily, then pee's
on your leg.
The whole gang of you
once more
go to the movies.
When the sun has left
And you are a failure
And all is lost
I parade around
Hoping you will look up
Trying to change you from your sad self
to your most fabulous philosophy
If you are determined to study your feet
I am at a loss to help
Luna does not howl you see
Yet wait.
I could call my howlers.
They are coming now. I hear their yips
Uh-oh.
Too much.
Too frightened, you run away.
Never seeing what I could have done.
So I keep my optimism and hope
A bit longer
Waiting for the right victim.
Rolling bodies,
Grass stained jeans
And shouts, yips, and nips
Punctuate the air
As the child and puppy
Roll in the grass of the yard.
Squirt gun fights,
An unintentional bath,
Painted with frivolity
and water as the
Sound of laughter
And playful taunts,
Fill the air around
The children who chase
And play oblivious
To the invisible moat
That repels the perils
Outside the yard.
Excited happy coyote yips! Howling.
Yips come faster now.
They have something cornered.
Rabbit? Turkey? Chicken? Cat?
A yipping frenzy.
Dinner begins shrieking
Coyote in my yard today
Looked small and scroungy from a distance
The closer she got the bigger she looked
I thought of all the nights I have walked around out there
Listening to coyote yips as they surround their prey
With no idea how large they are
I watch her paw the earth
Feeling vulnerable
She was calm, collected, majestic and silent as the pups approached her.
Secretly howling her truth but only mystically, in the ethereals,
where other packs could not hear or sense her presence
Faerie-land majesties had cautioned her to not reveal her
alpha sky powers, unless she wanted to share them with her
fellow earth wolves.
She studied the young pups poised before her.
There was a magical thread of desire linking them.
You may mate for life, she said.
As she agreed to the pact, the couple saw purple and
lavender jeweled wings and a jeweled mask for a brief
second.
They gratefully gave a couple of happy yips, and turned
to leave, knowing they would never be the same
having met the prophecy’s she wolf, pure white.
as told in the ancient myths.
Seriously serious she sternly spoke.
Tyrannical truth that tells terrible tales.
United underdogs urging unity.
Vicious violators vetoing votes.
Warning willing workers who wanted warships.
‘xtra ‘xecutions ‘xacted ‘xactly.
Yet youthful yellow yips yelling yahoos
Zealously zapping zesty zealots
Scrambling through the bramble bushes of life
I wonder what is my mission?
Who has the answer? Is it in the cosmos? I look up and smile.
The stars wink at me, holding their own secrets.
My soul is on mute tonight. The silence is wonderful.
A little breeze lifts the edge of my hair. Life is good.
My ideas and ideals are sound.
The only thing I need to do is enjoy this summer’s eve.
Whoo Whoo Whoo A hoot owl honors me with his notes.
In these woods there is no way to figure out his direction.
Coyotes have caught something. They begin yipping excitedly.
I imagine a bunny is being surrounded. Poor bunny.
A whiff of lilac teases my heart. I am so glad I planted that bush.
There is enough star light to take a bit of a walk. I stay on my own land.
The clearing part, not the trees which hide the predators.
The dog runs off, toward the sound of the yips, brave as always.
Remnants owlish wisdom wafts through nighttime’s purple sky.
Fox settles down with her kits, against a nurturing oak stump.
Meadow and forest perform their nightly slumbering rituals.
Vigilant deer mama is resting in a bed of fescue next to her fawn.
Fireflies blink sheer happiness, laughing in Morse code.
Owl’s successive tri hoots are followed by coyote’s excited yips.
Forest and meadow slowly close their eyes, under the bright stars.
The day relinquishes her responsibilities to night, gladly.
It is a magical time when day and night greet each other, happily.
Months of adjustments
A new home
Strangers on every street
Morning came it feeling bleak
Walking to the door tiny yips barks galore
The door swinging inward
a small black blur storming in
With fear in their eye the small ball of fluff
Didn’t even ask let me in
Laying on the ground looking at one another
Time froze with us together
Years later still here
With two new furry felines
Still together forever
Adventures with one another and more
Plenty of scares
You always there
With your scruffy fur
and patient ways
Days of lose an pain
Seconds later you numb the pain
From the tribulations of my mind
To the fear that time is always passing by
always there
To save the day
Laying by my side
Rivers of tears stopped by a blockade
My puppy
My pet
My friend
Lilo my puppy
Thank you for giving me purpose
Giving me strength to stay
Thank you forever and
Always
Coyote Nights
the night is dark there is no moon
no light and the stars lie quiet
its at two in the morning there are
the yips and barks that quick
high pitch yipping as my heart beats
heavy in the night for something has died
and becomes a meal as
mother earth demands in her cycles
the coyotes have claimed their prize
a creature has been caught
in this cold natural rhythm of life
in the blackness of the night,
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