Ode to the Heron

Long legs you take a stand

Your neck a spring

For your long beak

Throw a spear

What weaponry

Used to dine

On tasty


Ode to the Heron

Eulogy for a Chipmunk

I saw you dying in the garden bed

you were not your frisky little self

hurry quick under the deck

cheeks puffed out with bird seed

I called you Chippy when I saw you

childhood joy of seeing a chipmunk


I buried you under the rhododendron

where other pets are now bones

you were my wild one

who came unannounced

wanting food


I was sad when Chippy died

but yesterday I saw three more



open mike at dVerse



Eulogy for a Chipmunk