‘Pon my word, the consideration of clouds
is almost like hearing faraway crowds.
A murder of crows calling in the trees —
pursuing a hawk is not what it seems.
And a star or two’s twinkling dimly,
you’ve a grand gift of silence, so seemly,
that sudden talk’s an ejaculation
AKA blue jay’s squawking persuasion.
Purchasing a box of bricks for a child —
Constructing a bird’s nest, the gods beguiled.

Please Accept These Few Lines … [A Harper Lee Letter Reinvented]

As you’re growing up, always tell the truth.
A cat is an inevitable sleuth.
Do not harm others and do not think YOU…
A dog will bite off more than he can chew.
You’re NOT the most important thing on Earth.
Magpies horde bright bits, for pleasure not worth.
You can, you should, look someone in the eyes.
Will a rabbit contemplate the Sun Rise?
No better, no worse, certainly equal —
Living your life as if there is no sequel.


(Harper Lee wrote TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD.)

How to Hunt a Dragon

Examine a dragonfly’s history —
Scientists find its habits a mystery.
Long wingspan of a fossil dragonfly,
hints at a nuclear intense CHI.
Perhaps a dragonfly’s wings are crystal.
Thinking of such things makes me SO wistful.
This strange insect’s head is almost ALL eye,
only eating what is snags from up high.
To catch this odd “bird” sneak up from behind,
since that’s the spot where a dragonfly’s blind.

The Friendship

Submerged in subconscious streams
[Heartaches, old memories, re-reruns…]
Why can’t I remember my dreams [?]
Meow. Meow. Meow. The cat calls.

Healing the heart, revealing the sun,
reaching dry land, the old woman smiles
as the cat breaks down stone walls —
Touching feline fur IS meditation.

(The old woman’s wrinkles reveal her miles.)
She feels better when she pets her cat —
nightmares diminish, shadows cessation
purring, rubbing, “head-butt” friendship.

THE PARK (villanelle)

Dew’s Nature’s perspiration.
Long cat-tails create a wall.
The raucous cry of a Crow —

White Ducks, floating, playing tag,
who’s IT is no one’s call.
Dew’s Nature’s perspiration.

Slender young snake doesn’t drag,
his undulation, his thrall.
The raucous cry of a Crow —

Canada Goose is a “nag”,
guarding his own from a fall.
Dew’s Nature’s perspiration.

Will the old decrepit Barn sag
in the impetuous wet squall?
The raucous cry of a Crow —

Red-winged Blackbirds often lag
when they forage [in] life’s loll.
Dew’s Nature’s perspiration;
the raucous cry of a Crow.