I spied a lemon hanging on a tree, As green as the surrounding leaves and of A height with my forehead. I laughed to see The danger of a bonking from above. And every time I passed the lemon tree I dodged at the last minute to avert Collision 'twixt the unripe fruit and me, … Continue reading March 13: Lemon Head
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March 12: Darling Earbuds
I am afloat within a sea of sound; Distinctive whine of engine and the roar Of ventilation, and from down the ground The rumble, rubber tires on asphalt, more Atop it, stop announcements in a timbre Specific to the driver, and the voices Of others as around-between, they clamber- Cacophony: in it my heart rejoices. … Continue reading March 12: Darling Earbuds
March 11: The Grossness-Eaters
“Courage!” she said, and pointed with her nose And tail, with lifted paw, in perfect line, “For I sense that beneath that bushy rose, The origin of odors so divine.” Then with her scruffy mate the girl did leap And bury noses deep within the roots. They there discovered an abandoned heap, Which tasted to … Continue reading March 11: The Grossness-Eaters
March 10: In Paradisum
I tried to enter paradise today, But then discovered it was occupied. I hoped the visitors might move away, And so I lingered some time to the side. They gave no sign of leaving, so I strode Amidst the shrubs, conceding my defeat. Yet those same birds on me their songs bestowed; The same sun … Continue reading March 10: In Paradisum
March 9: Springing Foward
An hour, when lost, is felt throughout the day, Most obviously at rise and set of sun, And it throws one's life into disarray; That chaos never gets described as fun, For even when one knows the time will change And resets all the clocks before retiring, When one awakes, the light feels new and … Continue reading March 9: Springing Foward
March 8: The Genre Game
Once, Farce was playing cards with Tragedy, And both held hands that each believed would win. While both observed the needed pageantry, They both were very anxious to begin. First, Farce laid down a witty dowager And three fine fops who sought to win her hand, But countered Tragedy with late monsieur, So noble that … Continue reading March 8: The Genre Game
March 7: A Field Guide to Months
The month of March, reputed to arrive A roaring lion and depart a lamb, Instead, it was a whale about to dive That made to crush us like a battering ram. And then the whale dissolved into a flock Of black and orange monarch butterflies, Which then solidified into a hawk, Whose hunting call was … Continue reading March 7: A Field Guide to Months
March 6: The Road Taken
I took a shortcut shown me by a friend, And overshot my destination, though Instead of turning back towards that end, I chose the distant path I didn't know. The gate was locked, but easy to slip through, The road so steep that small steps were required, But in the elbow of a bend, the … Continue reading March 6: The Road Taken
March 5: Ten Percent
I like it when I see the chance of rain Is only ten percent, it makes me wonder Which one of ten of us is preordained To end up soaked and deafened by the thunder. I keep a weather eye upon the clouds To see if any might have me in mind Enough to seek … Continue reading March 5: Ten Percent
March 4: What’s in a name?
A name is neither tooth nor claw, they say, Yet there are certain creatures at the zoo Who are as fun to see as they're to say, Like binturongs and crested cockatoos. The bobolinks and bushtits in the trees, The kudu and the xebu on the ground In both are kinkajous and mangabeys, While wombats … Continue reading March 4: What’s in a name?
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