Will your children drink when the supply
of plastic bottles runs dry
and floats in a dead sea,
devolved from you, me
and the idea of private property?
poem
Turtle Battle
When there are Snapping Turtles in a pond and the pond is in the Carolinas in June and it’s hot and they have the hots, they call it a Snapping Turtle Paddle Battle for the Biggest Babe Blowing Bubbles at the Bottom.
Flowering Fern
Perfect Marriage
Relocation
when a bee goes by
it is good to see
knowing it knows
its way to work Continue reading
A Wild Visit
she announced herself
in the early morning
as if in a dream
but wasn’t satisfied
with that.
she wanted
to be recognized
and appreciated
for who she was
not a peacock
and not a songbird
either, calling
for her mate
with a quarrelsome
unmistakable voice
playing hide and
seek between the garden
and the rooftops.
