Junior

Will I grow up just like  you, Dad.
   will I be as strong and as tall?
Or will I always be Junior.
  and never grow  up at all?

Perfection

Sometimes I wish that my life were like this. -
   neatly arranged and well done.
But I know if I had to be perfect and square
   I never could have any fun!

Snow?

I got a surprise on my walk today,
  the ground was all covered with snow.
The blossoms that gave us such beauty above
  had brought us more  beauty below.

the beginning?

That explosion, where did it come from?
Black clouds spreading out like a fan -
I wish I had wings and could  fly there, -
Maybe that's where creation began!

Forgotten?

Has anyone lost a baby?
Are you missing an extra child?
Did you simply lose track where  you left him,
 or forget where you had him filed?

Does anyone want a baby?
  or need one, for "baby makes three?"
Please somebody take this damn baby,
   don't leave the bugger with me!!

Decisions!

Pity our poor papa mallard
   and the quandary he is in, -
should  he go for a bracing shower,
  or pop in the pool for a swim?

Show-time

It is only an old dried-up palm tree,
  touched by the sun's fading glow.
But I hope when I reach that condition
  I can put on that kind of a show!

Prisoner?

Is there a lady caught up in there,
   trapped in a casket of palm?
Should I make plans for a rescue,
   or let her stay safely embalmed?

jealous lover

He-duck and she-duck were having their fun

lounging about in the shade,

when a jilted ex-lover happened along, - 

and oh what a ruckus it made!

Cat snaps

She came up to me on the beach front,
I thought we were going to be friends.
But the moment I took out my camera, -
that's when a friendship ends.

If a cat does not wish to be pictured,
it's no bloody good to chat,
she'll pose when, - or if - she pleases,
and that, said the cat, was that!

Fingers

It looked as if  some force of nature
   had sent up a monster hand,
with all of those fingers supporting
    that massive outcropping of land.

Ah no, it is just an example
  of fooling ourselves that way
It's the land that is fast disappearing, -
   the fingers just mark its decay.

duck talk

She clearly had something to say to me,
   and I wanted to answer her back;
but how can she share, or know that I care,
  when all she can answer is "Quack"?

Ungrateful...

I called the leaves a nuisance
  for the clutter that they made;
but never, ever, thanked them
  for all those months of shade!

Rock of ages

I see all those layers in the upended hills
  recording the passage of years, -
and I wonder in what kind of  crazy design
  our chaotic age will appear?

Lifetimes

I wondered which one would live longer,
that solid old rock or the sea.
But I'll let them decide that between them,
they both will live longer than me!

Artist's world

The cares of the world are so daunting,
To deal with them makes me feel faint.
I wish I could be like this artist
And work them all through with paint.

deer dilemma

Our poor native deer have a problem with cars
  in our over-built part of the land;
but how can I tell them it really won't help
   to just "bury their heads in the sand"!

Duck parade

The ducks all paraded in lines today
   as far as the eye could see.
But this time they put on a  different show,
  of perfect diversity.

There were surf scoters, goldeneyes, mallards and      
    scaups,
cute buffleheads, sporting their hat.
I watched them with glee,
    and wished I could see
A people-parade like that!

the future?

The future is bleak, when we turn on the news.
whatever the time or the weather:
no way to go forward, no way to go back,
no way to travel together!

water drop wondering

I wonder if each  drop of water
can have an artistic soul?
How can he or she know
Just where to go
to render a piece of art whole?

Palm Dreams

We shouldn't lay blame on another
for things that most of us do.
This palm frond believes he's a peacock
Well, I've  had my fantasies too!

floorboard's lament

You think I am only a floorboard,
I couldn't hurt  you if I would.
But look at my eye
And hear "I am I !"
I'm not just an old piece of wood!

spring buds

 




Spring is a tender young girl, I thought.
watching the clouds go by:
the delicate buds like her cheek, so soft,
and the buttermilk skin of the sky.

endangered species?

If this congregation is seeking to dine.
and everyone gets his wish, -
and they do it all day
 in their gluttonous way, -
how CAN there be any more fish???

Who's that?

Is this me or is it not
Am I out here or there?
What's all that stuff that's going on?
Am I supposed to care?

Maybe I don't have to know,
just let it all just be?
Whatever is will soon be was,
 - and all a part of me?

on seeing a row of birdhouses on a porch railing

Do birds have to choose a new house
   for their spouse?
How much do they have to pay?
And what do they do
   when the mortgage is due?
Do they just fly away??.

Decisions!

I have a bad time with decisions,
Choices of any kind,
But faced with this sort of dilemma
It IS hard to make up your mind!

Devotion

He didn't respond to my greeting.
he turned up his nose at the ball
His master was late in returning,
and nothing else mattered at all!

all you can eat!

There was feasting today off my dockside, -
all species of feather and fin.
The word had gone out where the fish were,
and they didn't take long to begin.

And when the whole frenzy was over,
and they'd eaten all they could wish,
I thought I heard "thanks" from the feasters,
but I didn't hear much from the fish.