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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.


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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.


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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.

 

 

 


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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.


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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.