What do I do
when I hear
whoooooo?
Go to sleep,
make not a peep.
(I've gone "afowl"
if I hear an owl)
Good Buddies?
Mrs. Wren makes
her home
on Mr. Saguaro's lapel,
just above his heart.
Her hole mars
his finest
prickled green
pinstripe suit.
Mr. Saguaro spreads
his scarred arms
wide -
starburst tips splayed
like sharply
manicured fingertips
warning
Mrs. Wren,
"I'm not a bird house!"
But she just
flits
past his outstretched
arms
completely ignoring
him.
her home
on Mr. Saguaro's lapel,
just above his heart.
Her hole mars
his finest
prickled green
pinstripe suit.
Mr. Saguaro spreads
his scarred arms
wide -
starburst tips splayed
like sharply
manicured fingertips
warning
Mrs. Wren,
"I'm not a bird house!"
But she just
flits
past his outstretched
arms
completely ignoring
him.
Slide Ride
I clambered up the ladder,
rung over rung.
At the tip top
the hot metal stung.
I pushed my body forward,
feet first - zoom!
Off the end I flew
onto my bottom - boom!
rung over rung.
At the tip top
the hot metal stung.
I pushed my body forward,
feet first - zoom!
Off the end I flew
onto my bottom - boom!
Farmyard Fashionista
Elsie was a bovine
of the highest couture.
A fashionista
surrounded
by manure.
Elsie's exquisite style
was in a class of its own.
An especially fetching look
was
the moo-moo she'd sewn.
Elsie
and her moo-moo
started a farmyard craze.
Now from pasture to trough
cows wear moo-moos to graze.
Now from pasture to trough
cows wear moo-moos to graze.
Swinging Into Spring
to and fro
ponytail flow
pump and glide
weightless ride
highest height
pure delight
ponytail flow
pump and glide
weightless ride
highest height
pure delight
Wild Winds Blow
Deck chairs bang,
wind chimes clang,
wild winds blow.
Bits of grass fly
straight into my eye,
wild winds blow.
Faint burger scent
from the diner's vent,
wild winds blow.
Tresses are stressed,
I've a rooster crest,
wild winds blow.
Dirt in my mouth,
gusts from the south,
wild winds blow.
wind chimes clang,
wild winds blow.
Bits of grass fly
straight into my eye,
wild winds blow.
Faint burger scent
from the diner's vent,
wild winds blow.
Tresses are stressed,
I've a rooster crest,
wild winds blow.
Dirt in my mouth,
gusts from the south,
wild winds blow.
A Day to Wear Green
Today is the day to don your green.
If you don't, someone just might be mean.
A pinch for those with no green to wear?
Just say you have on green underwear!
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
If you don't, someone just might be mean.
A pinch for those with no green to wear?
Just say you have on green underwear!
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Concert Cattle Call
I'm cramped,
and craning.
My attention span
is waning.
Can not see,
want to leave.
Massive crowds,
my pet peeve.
and craning.
My attention span
is waning.
Can not see,
want to leave.
Massive crowds,
my pet peeve.
Mom's Purse
Mom's purse,
full of history.
Mom's purse,
full of mystery:
to do list
body mist
dental floss
lip gloss
hairy mint
clump of lint
hair clip
Q-tip
cell phone
dog's bone
movie stubs
eight of clubs
stale snack
Tic Tac
Mom's purse
full of mystery.
Mom's purse
full of history.
Off-Line
I touch
and type.
My screen's
my life.
Wi-fi's out,
now off-line.
For screen time
I do pine.
and type.
My screen's
my life.
Wi-fi's out,
now off-line.
For screen time
I do pine.
Healing Happens
Anger's
sharp,
jagged point
stabs my
contentment
leaving me
breathless,
shaking,
empty.
But in the
emptiness
something smooth,
soothing,
subtle
can sneak in...
...forgiveness.
Healing happens
if
you allow it.
sharp,
jagged point
stabs my
contentment
leaving me
breathless,
shaking,
empty.
But in the
emptiness
something smooth,
soothing,
subtle
can sneak in...
...forgiveness.
Healing happens
if
you allow it.
Time to Go to Bed
Eyes watery,
puffy and red.
Wish it was time
to go to bed.
Sitting in Math,
a subject I dread.
Wish it was time
to go to bed.
Late night texting,
should've slept instead.
Wish it was time
to go to bed.
Yawning, dizzy,
throbbing head.
Wish it was time
to go to bed.
"You are dismissed,"
Ms. Tangent said.
Wish it was time
to go to bed.
Final bell rang,
to home I fled.
Wish it was time
to go to bed.
Barely ate dinner,
I feel so dead.
It is now time
to go to bed.
Goodnight!
puffy and red.
Wish it was time
to go to bed.
Sitting in Math,
a subject I dread.
Wish it was time
to go to bed.
Late night texting,
should've slept instead.
Wish it was time
to go to bed.
Yawning, dizzy,
throbbing head.
Wish it was time
to go to bed.
"You are dismissed,"
Ms. Tangent said.
Wish it was time
to go to bed.
Final bell rang,
to home I fled.
Wish it was time
to go to bed.
Barely ate dinner,
I feel so dead.
It is now time
to go to bed.
Goodnight!
Post Traumatic Cookie Disorder
There’s more of me now
than at the start of the season.
Girl Scout cookies
are the primary reason.
This tasty juncture
has finally ended.
By the final box,
my belt is extended.Epic Fishing Failure
I hook my pink wiggly bait,
full of hope for dinner's fate.
For a nibble I must wait,
a stock-still bobber isn't great.
My waffled bum from my crate
and the drooping sun mean it's late.
Tonight no fish for my plate,
a fishless meal I really hate.
full of hope for dinner's fate.
For a nibble I must wait,
a stock-still bobber isn't great.
My waffled bum from my crate
and the drooping sun mean it's late.
Tonight no fish for my plate,
a fishless meal I really hate.
Learning to Roller Skate
I wobble,
I teeter,
I hug the wall
I'm a cheater.
Four wheels
on each foot,
I roll a ways
and then kaput!
Arms windmilling,
I grasp air and flail.
But I won't give up -
I refuse to fail.
Slow and slothful -
I step-roll, step-roll.
Instead of skating
I'd rather bowl.
I teeter,
I hug the wall
I'm a cheater.
Four wheels
on each foot,
I roll a ways
and then kaput!
Arms windmilling,
I grasp air and flail.
But I won't give up -
I refuse to fail.
Slow and slothful -
I step-roll, step-roll.
Instead of skating
I'd rather bowl.
Walk to School
We follow paw prints
along the desert path.
We talk about spelling
and practice for math.
We ponder the prints,
"Dog or coyote?"
Last night's howl
was low and throaty.
We walk a little faster,
we pick up the pace.
When we reach school
we are running a race.
along the desert path.
We talk about spelling
and practice for math.
We ponder the prints,
"Dog or coyote?"
Last night's howl
was low and throaty.
We walk a little faster,
we pick up the pace.
When we reach school
we are running a race.
Rain All Day
It's raining, it's boring,
nothing to do, no exploring.
I cried and I pled,
to play in the shed,
but it leaks when it is pouring.
nothing to do, no exploring.
I cried and I pled,
to play in the shed,
but it leaks when it is pouring.