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

Fish

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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

 

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open mike at dVerse

 

 

Eulogy for a Chipmunk