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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.”
The Janitor
A cozy sheltered spot this be,
A perfect place to eat,
Did someone put out food for me,
Or is the spread deplete?
I think I saw some feeders hang
From underneath this roof,
But I would fall down with a bang,
No thank you, I’m no goof.
I feel much safer on the ground,
I’ll pick up fallen seeds,
I’ll tidy up the mess around,
And satisfy my needs.
A janitor! That’s what they need!
I help to keep things neat,
By eating every messy seed,
That falls right at my feet.
*** In case you’re wondering what this lovely bird is, it is a Eurasian collared dove.
Darth Vader of the Sea
Underwater placemats? Next time you have a fish dinner, wouldn’t it be interesting to use placemats with an underwater theme? The fish in the placemats could remind the fish on your plate of the many dangers in the sea.
Darth Vader of the Sea.
“I tell my friends those hooks can pierce,”
Says Dark Invader of the Sea.
“It’s only ‘cuz I look so fierce,
They simply cannot capture me.”
My friends stay close and mill around,
They feel much safer swimming near,
I wave my fins without a sound,
And, grinning, tell them not to fear.
Spring Snow
There’s no denying snow looks fine,
It makes the scenery divine,
But what effect on bird and beast?
I’m sure they like the snow the least.
They migrate down the mountainside
To lower levels and abide,
They beg the sun to melt the cold,
Because they’re tired of being bold.
In summertime the hillsides warm
And sunny bees will hum and swarm,
The berries waft about their taste,
So very few will go to waste.
The easy life of leisure times
Is special to the warmer climes,
And when the frosts of winter leave,
The living hill enjoys reprieve.
Like it or not
Tired of this winter! Do you feel it too?
No time for resting with nothing to do.
Searching for food to keep warm every day,
When will the sun come out so we can play?
No leaves are out yet, no blossoms appear,
I liken the weather to winter, I fear,
It looks like these lichens are tired of it, too,
I’m simply not likin’ it, how about you?
Vanity and Innocence
Eight proud blossoms, heads held high,
Eager to embrace the sky,
Hoping to be seen.
Five young weaklings bending down,
Study moss upon the ground,
Think, “What can it mean?”
Pride will wilt with warming sun,
Blooming faces will be done,
Turning paper thin.
Innocents will rest in moss,
Stunned to realize their loss,
How short life has been.
Ratty Graffiti
Good morning world, it’s time to wake,
And see what’s been donated,
I don’t expect to get a cake,
But scraps are ‘preciated.
Oh goodness me! A note I see,
It says, “Go check the middle.”
But ratty got there before me,
I know, I smell his piddle.
And also I can tell his script,
His writing is atrocious,
His spelling’s bad, his letters flipped,
I know ‘cuz I’m precocious.
But oh-h-h-h how awful are his words,
They’re crude and so disgusting.
And what of all the little birds,
Who surely will discuss them?
That dirty rat messed up my den,
And now I’ll have to paint it,
I hope he won’t do that again,
It’s really mean, now ain’t it?
No need to have a heart attack,
I’ll get a drink of water.
I’ll hang on with my toes in back,
I hope they hold, they oughter.
That’s better, and within my means,
This cone is good, don’t doubt it,
Or like in gangster movie scenes,
I’ll just fuggedaboudid.
Bugs for Lunch
Please watch this clip and see the ways,
I work so hard to try,
To feed myself in hungry days,
To make sure I don’t die.
The maple bark was way too clean,
It came apart with ease,
But nought was there for me to glean,
No breakfast bite to please.
I flitted to a nearby fir,
You see the different bark,
Its bumpy, roughness won’t deter,
My beak will find the mark.
Oh dear! I must take much more care,
To eat bugs ere they fly,
Right in my armpit, he did dare
To bite me. “Now you’ll die!”
Elusive little bug, you are,
But mind my bendy neck,
I’ll find you, and you won’t get far,
I’ll eat you with one peck.
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