Owl at the Pond

Owl at the pond

big as my small dog

puffs out feathers

wets face

always looking around

It sees me in kitchen

watching as it goes

deeper into the water

shaking feathers

tipping

flipping

water on its back

breast deep now

looking around

repeats face wash again

and again

wings spread

then gone

Owl at the Pond

Dogs with Cats

all dogs are good

cats are beautiful

dogs are color blind

cats are grey in the dark

all dogs are therapy dogs

cats are german

dogs are worthy

cats are better with dogs

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dVerse prompt to google— I googled all dogs are……. and all cats are My dog is not color blind.

Dogs with Cats

Birds of Prey

SHOCKING to see the cardinal eat a gecko

thick beak designed to crack seeds & nuts

one would expect it from a blue jay

not this red bird with its sweet song

now a gecko hangs from songbird beak

lifeless & being shaken

its head consumed then tail

legs gnawed away

it looks like a small fish

yet too big for the throat

of such a now ravenous bird

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I looked out the window today and saw this cardinal with a gecko. Unexpected metaphor to the current events.

Birds of Prey

It is late…..

It is late and I am going to bed.  There is a scratching sound then it stops.  Could it be a bug or a mouse trying to get out of this basket?  I shake the basket.  No sound.  The sound comes again.  I look around and there it is.  A gecko is half in and half out of my writing book. It has clawed its way out of the pages of paper.  Bright green with little eyes, tail and hind legs still in the book.  I carry the book outside and free it like a poem into the night air.

It is late…..

More Than

Less than a week of being off the water of the mighty Colorado River, my body is still rocking. Some call it disembarkment syndrome when your mind is sensing movement that is no longer there.

My mind returns to the shore of the Grand Canyon, Poncho’s Kitchen, thick sand, rock ledges where the silent scorpion was ready to pounce on a moth that night. How it glowed white under Danny’s UV light and we watched it move in its own darkness.

what we cannot see
hidden in summer shadow
more than time and space

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dVerse prompt on sounds of summer – most scorpions make no sound – saw my first one while camping on the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon

More Than