Carpenter Ant 22/04/21 carpenter ants . . . a trailin the morning west west the workis all west ~ evening the wearyreturn wherehave they been . . . what done . . . carpenter ants ~
Wattlebird on Pineapple Sage randomnesson random days take a picturethrough the kitchenwindow what do you see whatdo you see wattlebirdohwattlebird do you lovethe red do you huntthe sage nectarafter the rainanda wattlebird ~
Have you ever had the experience of watching and waiting for your favorite fruit to ripen (say, cherries, perhaps), and then some local pest gets them just before they're ready to harvest? Perhaps everyone should try this solution … (My thanks to Claire Baldry and the Autumn Chickens website for publishing this Christmas time poem). … Continue reading ‘Seasonal’ – once more, protecting the cherries!
the magpiecrosses the veranda I am insideon the first floorgazing through a window I am visitorto a cup of coffee outsidethe tables and chairsstand emptyon a cold day and the magpiewalkswith insouciance between tablesuponto a chair across a table acrossonto a chair then a balustrade beforefalling . . . gliding . . . flying flying … Continue reading (PAD #026) mag-pen-pie
somebody’s puppyhas run away I can seeclearlyeach stepshe has taken I guess that must bethe reasona newly laidskymust be clearedthenlaid againtomorrow stilljust nowthere’s a pupoff the leash could you allplease look upinto your sky report backas urgentyour personalsightings ______________________________________________________________________________ Would you like to be notified about changes and developments in my writing world, new poetry … Continue reading (PAD #013) puppy signs (on a new laid sky)
I wouldfly a kite raptorin the air see youbelow see everywhere raptorin the sky I would . . . I would . . . the air ______________________________________________________________________________ Would you like to be notified about changes and developments in my writing world, new poetry collections and giveaways? Subscribe to my monthly Newsletter here.
ka-wa koo-wa wa-yee wa-yee way-wayi way-wayi koo-wa ka-wa my mother always told me . . . way-wayi way-wayi when the kurrawongs . . . koo-wa-ka-wa gather there will surely . . . wa-yee wa-yee be rain to follow ka-wa koo-wa ~
This one is dedicated to Judy, over at Life Lessons, who challenged me to a 140 character poem. I just happened to have one up my sleeve. I am here to welcome you I am so patient I … am waiting to welcome you come come a little nearer just a little … come … Continue reading nearer
look at my eye know I'm so sweet look into my eye no no so sweet trust my feathers you can trust my beak trust my colours because I'm so sweet it must be trust me believe your bones a flightless bird is going to shift some stones yes yes yes yes a flightless bird … Continue reading flightless (cheek bones)
what Katy did I must admit was not something I expected I had thought that she might like to fly and she sings you know a whisper carried on the breeze sometimes she idles hours away sometimes she stretches out wing to wing so pretty but what Katy did was to immerse herself just like … Continue reading time and Katy