Foxes
Baby foxes trotting down
the road
Mischievious and playful
little tongues lolling
They bat each other in play
and roll in the sweet
aroma of redwood needles
and fox gaiety.
Woof!
The Belly of the Bush
From my window, I see
into the belly of the bush
grown through the years
far taller than my dwelling
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That blue tinged bird
in the belly of the bush
eats right there near my kitchen
In the spot where squirrels
frolic or meditate
or chomp away on fruit from the bush
Ignoring me all the while
Ride On, Rich!
Cycling across the country
the breezes brush my face
My feet and the pedals are one
man and machine melding with countryside
Diligence and dedication
strengthen up the hill
Freedom and exhilaration
melt resolves’ tension
gliding down the other side
Ah! … I could go miles and miles
(Special note: Today’s napkin is in honor of Rich Fowler, who is pedaling across the country to help raise money and awareness for a good cause. Ride on, Rich!)
Buzzards Gift
In the middle of the street
cars whizzing by
yet none rolling over
a single feather
attempting to take off
over and over again
with fickle breezes
Buzzards forfeit
grounded like road kill
waving at me
as I walked by
Squirrel
Tree shook
when squirrel jumped
with delight – leaves dancing
Community
a part of – each involved
Morning dove perched
lackadaisical nest
dropped stems and pieces
on geranium’s head
and caterpillar nibbling
All while squirrel played
