Sunday Poem Day

Hiatus

As the long grey knobbly shape
Slips below the green water wake

The air is filled with a misty blow
As first hump then bump disturb the flow

Its great trillium-shaped banner suddenly flies
And rises up, and salutes the sky

Then slowly, sinks, beneath the surface
Pursuing that behemoth’s lonely purpose

Aeons and miles, down deep and far away
Is, for now, where she will stay

To live a different sort of life

On hiatus

Easter Sunday Poem Day

Bad bunny
Bad bad bunny

Black hat tilted between his ears
Squinty eyes and silver spurs

He’s the one the coyote fears
Just that icy chill which he confers

Sleek and dangerous
The doe-eyed girls agree

Bad ass bunny
Come to steal your eggs

He’s as bad
as a bunny could be

So when easter comes
and you search for chocolate to fill your tums

Watch out for the dark corners
Or a sudden silver flash

And keep an eye out as you compete
If you want to keep your treats.

Sunday Poem Day

Loud

Do you know what is loud?
Fire engines with sirens are loud.

Do you know what is Loud?
Motorcycles with bad mufflers are Loud.

Do you know what is LOUD?
Geese.

Canada Geese.

Canada Geese are LOUD!

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Canada Geese in the spring,
sitting on roofs,
drifting by in the sky,
landing on lakes.
Even in the dark,
at 4 in the morn.

Honk, honk, HONK, HONK, Honk, honk

Shhhhhh. Stupid geese.

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Do you know what is QUIET?
Goose eggs are quiet.

Do you know what is Quiet?
Goslings are quiet.

Do you know what is quiet?
Baby geese.

Cheep, cheep, cheep

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I wonder what happens to them?

Sunday Poetry

Bun was a bunny.
Tig was a tiger.

Sharky was a pup
and Bull was a dog.

Leo is a lion.
El is an elephant.

Ox is a horse
and Hawk was a hamster

and Kat is a cat,
of course.

(non)Sun-day poem day

I want a squirrel
not a sparrow,  nor swallow nor swift

I need a squirrel
not a vole or a mouse nor a mole

I’d like a squirrel
to feed and ponder and tease

I’d love a squirrel
who chitters and scolds and scampers

If I had a squirrel
I’d squeal and leap and cavort
I’d climb and jump and twist
I’d eat and collect and horde
Nuts and seeds and cones and

Never mind,

I’d like to be a squirrel

Sunday have you ever?

I’ve walked a dog, now that was a slog

I’ve fed a snake, and gave myself a shake

I’ve  carried a cat, who only wanted a pat

I’ve chased a cow, it was time for her chow

I’ve startled a fawn, in a misty, dewy dawn

I’ve hand fed a jay, who admitted it was ok

I’ve cuddled a calf, just for the laugh

I’ve herded some pigs, who thought they were bigwigs

I’ve admired a buffalo, who put on a good show

I’ve teased a frog, I found sitting on a log

I’ve shoo’ed a bear, who gave us a scare

I’ve stared down a bull, that’s something to mull,

And I’ve ridden a horse,
of course.

But I have never, ever, ever,
ever,
hugged a whale

Now that would be a tale.

Poetry of the sole

If I had a wolf and he ate my shoe
What would I do?

If my pet was a tiger and he bit my toe
Would he have to go?

If I made friends with a croc who nibbled my chair
What would I dare?

If my support animal’s an eagle who eyes my chews
Who would lose?

If I ruled a hippo who coveted my crown
Which of us is going down?

If I was to ride a whale and he decided to dive
Would I even be alive?

Huh.

I guess I’ll stick to my cat who wrecks my books
And gives me dirty looks.

Sunday Poem Day on Monday

The cat sits

The cat sits in front of my screen
A box of pens is in front of my screen
The cat sits beside the box
A pair of glasses and a book is beside my box of pens in front of my screen
The cat sits on the other side of the box
A collection of bottles and pencil sharpeners is on the other side of the box of pens in front of my screen
The cat sides behind the box
A notebook and some headphones are behind the box of pens in front of my screen

My desk is full
The cat sits on on my keyboard

The cat wins.

Sunday Poem Day

Sea Life
What will he see?

Seven seagulls sit on shore
Sixteen seagulls prefer to soar.

Several seals swim at sea
Sinking slowly ‘neath the shimmery.

Sardines swim from snapping seals
Sensing safety in swift shiny snarls.

Snuggled scallops sift through the sand
Seriously satisfied to stay suntanned.

And the whale watches wonderingly…