Friday, September 4, 2015

Backyard Bob

This bobcat visited our backyard this week.
polka-dot coat
growly throat

bobbed-tail saunter
ears perked taunter

fluid fence walker
backyard stalker








The lovely Linda is hosting the Poetry Friday fun at http://www.teacherdance.org/

22 comments:

Tabatha said...

Whoa! What poise your visitor has. Bob does look ready for anything, doesn't he? Nice rhyme choices.

jan godown annino said...

Hi Bridget,
Backyard Bob is a pefect name for your visitor & your clever rhyme.
Here's hoping this wild cat normally finds nourishment in more wild places.
Truck tires & squealing car brakes make me wonder about the longevitity of
creatures who hunt close to suburban homes & roads.
Appreciations for your sharing a unique moment.

Linda B said...

Wow, love that 'growly throat', am amazed that you had such a visitor. When you mentioned it to me I spoke of seeing coyotes in our city neighborhood, but we haven't had wild cats, happy to say. Love the poem and the picture, Bridget.

Irene Latham said...

Oh wow great pic! I think my spirit animal may be a bobcat. :)

jama said...

Wow, what a visitor -- and a very cool poem. Love the polka dot coat and growly throat :).

Liz Steinglass said...

I love "fluid fence walker" and Backyard Bob. How about a collection of dessert creatures?

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks, Tabatha! We watched from the house as I didn't want Bob to be ready for our dog. =)

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks, Jan! Yes, here in Tucson we have far too many critters living close to humanity. With our recent monsoons many desert animals have visited our backyard (snakes, bobcats, etc.)

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks, Linda! We moved across Tucson in May and at our new house (this house) we haven't had only one coyote encounter. At our last place we had WAY too many - and one almost tragedy with our dog. Bobcats are a new critter to our repertoire - just as long as we spot them before we send our dog out back. =)

Bridget Magee said...

Thank you, Irene! Bobcats are gorgeous creatures, though I do like them a little more from afar. =)

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks, Jama! This fella growled at us as we gawked at him through the window. Luckily our dog was clueless to the visitor... =)

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks, Liz! I actually have quite a few desert critter poems - most of which are personal encounters! Maybe a collection is in my future... (I also like the idea of a collection of dessert creatures - bon bon bunnies anyone? =)

Buffy Silverman said...

Oh, lucky you to spy a bobcat! Love "fluid fence walker" (and it goes perfectly with your photo.)

Violet N. said...

Menacing. Bob is getting closer with every stanza. Great to capture him in a photo.

Keri said...

saunter and taunter -- nicely done! We have bobcats in MS, but typically they roam at night. What brazen bobs you have in AZ!

Michelle Heidenrich Barnes said...

Such great descriptors, Bridget– love "growly throat" especially! When I lived in NM we regularly got quail and roadrunners running across our back wall. I know the bobcats, coyotes, and rattlers were lurking (we were right up against the desert) but I never actually saw one!

Mary Lee said...

Lucky you! Great picture and perfect poem to describe! Why on earth (I wonder) was Bob walking the top of your fence???

Bridget Magee said...

Thank you, Buffy! We were quite surprised to look out the back door and catch sight of him. =)

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks, Violet! Yes, I do feel his menacing presence in the poem and in real life. I've smelled him beyond the fence line... we have to accompany our little dog outside every time she needs to "go". =)

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks, Keri! Yes, brazen is a good word for the critters (and cactus) around here. =)

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks, Michelle! Yes, NM is a similar (my mom, brother, and now my daughter - at the U - all live in NM) desert environment. We live on the edge of a wash and I have a feeling there are A LOT of critters lurking beyond the fence line at all times. I love roadrunners...I consider them good luck. =)

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks, Mary Lee! He sat on the fence for a while surveying our yard and my daughter and I watching him through the window. When I pulled out the camera he decided to leave, but why he didn't just drop into the wash I don't know. Maybe he wanted a poem written just for him... =)

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