We search for the silver lining, as clouds loom over us in our everyday life.
But just look! Things can always get better.
The silver lining has turned to gold.
Clouds may loom
Through doom and gloom,
But please do stop your whining.
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Decisions, Decisions!
Do you see the tiny morsel of food that is crawling along the stucco wire towards the hummingbird?
Decisions, decisions,
A lunch snack for me,
A coming incision
Will soon have to be.
An ant suicidal
Is now within reach,
It’s protein not vital,
Won’t taste like a peach.
It’s truly quite bitter,
In more ways than one,
I say with a twitter,
Your good luck is done.
The red scarlet bean bloom
With nectar awaits,
It helps with the gloom,
While the ant taste abates.
Here, Kitty Kitty!
A couple of months ago, this kitty was visiting our neighbourhood, just three doors down from us. A brave neighbour took this footage with his cellphone to document the visit. Notice Kitty’s kinked tail. I shudder to think how he/she hurt it, but it seems to be an older injury.
Now the question is, what is Kitty eating to stay in what is obviously pretty good shape?
Are you lost my Kitty, dear?
This is just a hunch,
All the neighbourhood’s in fear
They’ll become your lunch.
Little puppies stay inside
Keeping out of sight,
Best you find a place to hide,
Lest you get a fright.
Time for housecats not to stray,
Hunting precious birds,
Near your home, it’s best to stay
Heed your mama’s words.
Bunny rabbits, hop, hop, hop,
Nibbling garden plants,
Pay attention, stop, stop, stop,
Or Kitty grabs your pants.
I could climb up in this tree,
And escape the threat,
But he still might follow me,
Faster too, I’ll bet.
Oh my goodness, I have heard,
Kitty’s on the prowl,
Mama says to heed her word,
If Kitty starts to growl.
Surely Kitty needs more food
Than just a little squirrel,
But if hunger is his mood,
I’ll leave with one quick swirl.
Cooling down was so much fun,
But what did I see?
Kitty is a sneaky one
Wanting to eat me.
I think we are safe up here,
No cats on this roof,
Still we must be careful dear,
Lest we make a goof.
Summer Challenges
The grass is parched and oh so dry,
Our butterfly the same,
So hot and thirsty, he could cry,
Petunias look aflame.
His coat is tattered, battle scarred,
From dragonfly attacks,
The lovely patterns cruelly marred,
He fears that love he lacks.
He thinks of cooler days gone by
When rhodos welcomed him,
And how his lovely coat, now dry,
Is tattered and so dim.
But every life through time must pass
However short or long,
He’s dreaming of that greener grass,
And how he once was strong.
Henry’s Return
Henry knows all the comfy seats up high in the fir trees. It was time to get off ground level. So many dogs were being walked in the nearby path. Up he climbed until he needed a break from the exertion. Just in time, he found his cot in a high-up perch and lay down for a midday nap.
I think I see an eye. I definitely see his right front foot. Count his fingers! His right (?) back foot is sticking up into the air. Apparently his bed is too small for him.
And of course there is the telltale-tail….
The climb was tough,
I’m high enough,
I’m safe up here,
And when I peer
Across the bay,
I have to say,
It’s work to do,
But what a view.
Rufous the Towhee
Rufous spies some newly planted grass seeds strewn liberally on black soil.
“A meal for me?” he wonders.
“Nahhhh…. I’m sick of the same old, same old. I’ll wait ’til they feed Crispin his sunflower seeds and invite myself for lunch.”
“I’ll leave you a few … if I’m not hungry anymore,” says Crispin.
Don’t think I’m not caring,
And I don’t mind sharing,
But Rufous is greedy,
It’s not that he’s needy.
It’s lovely to have enough,
Life here is not so rough,
Maybe I’ll leave Rufous
Seeds. Such a doofus.
Rhododendron – the Rose Tree
prolific bright blooms
Greek rose tree brightens gardens
with yearned-for spring cheer
Too Little, Too Late
Too little, too late, but a nice try.
apple blossoms drop
making up for winter snow–
skiing, anyone?
Western Tiger Swallowtail
It’s haiku time again.
swallowtail’s outfit
so fancy and elegant
attracts the ladies
Here, Kitty, Kitty!
I’m assuming it’s okay to use this photo taken by Janice Hayward, who glimpsed this young cougar as it came up the road where I live. Luckily she was in her truck as she took the picture and a video which she then posted on facebook. It’s because of her posting, that I feel it is now in the public domain and she won’t mind if I use it, while giving her credit for the photo.
I live near the end of this road on the right where the squared off hedge is so nicely clipped, thanks to our friend Pat.
I’ve come from the greenways that lead here and there,
I often see deer and, yes, sometimes a bear,
But mostly I like being near to a house,
Where stray cats are out at night chasing a mouse.
I like to eat meat, please, no salads for me,
The unaware rabbit or squirrel pays a fee.
I’m sorry to pick up a puppy or cat,
But if I can’t find one, I’ll settle for rat.
I’m stealthy and beautiful in my fur coat,
I lick it and preen if I’ve time to devote
To how I might look if Miss Kitty appears,
A fine looking cougar, she’ll give me three cheers.
It’s sad that I’m lonely and can’t find a mate,
I’d love to find Kitty and ask for a date,
I know when I find her, I promise you now,
She’s going to be pretty, a real “Cat’s Meow.”
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