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The Lunch Menu
“What to do? What to do? Which ones should we go after, Dad?”
“That’s a tough one, Son. So many dinners. So little time….
I guess we watch for a cripple, or a loner, like always.”
Poised
Over
Fields of geese
Eagles search out
Opportunity,
Eyes open for cripples,
Some lone, wandering straggler,
Any kind of anomaly
Lacking the protection of the flock,
A victim to be whisked away for lunch.
The Root Cellar
Perhaps it’s not quite like a fridge, but it was a cool place to store the potatoes, turnips, carrots, beets, and squash.
*Disclaimer – This is not my root cellar but it was on land where I was visiting. The poem is purely fictional (although probably possible).
“Go
Bring back
Potatoes,
Carrots, and squash.
The wicker basket
Is handy to carry
Everything.” — “But, Mom,” I whined,
“It’s so dark in there, and there’s bugs!”
“Nonsense! The bugs are more scared of you.”
Off I went … and of course, I proved her wrong.
Birdfeeders
Hawk!
Warnings
are shouted.
Bird seeds are served,
but not for me; still,
hunger motivates me.
Unsuspecting songbirds feed,
inadvertently becoming
my prey, providing me with fresh meat.
Yes! Bird feeders — the balance of nature.
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Thanks to Linda for her help with etherees, a poetry form I had not yet tried. Any future tips appreciated. Check it out here:
Uncertainty
Sun or snow, or rain with breezes,
This is how the weather teases.
Life is full of twists and turnings,
Playing havoc with our yearnings.
King of the Beach
Today’s and tomorrow’s photos/limericks are both about eagles, but each of the eagles has different views about sharing.
An eagle devouring a clam
Told all nearby seagulls to scram,
“I’ll share it,” he said,
“If you bring me some bread,
And possibly throw in some jam.”
Tree Treats
A squirrel who spent time on his knees
Was praying for gifts, if you please,
He started to eat
The fir cones as a treat,
And ended up eating the trees.
Sail Away
There once was an excellent tailor
Who thought he’d try being a sailor,
It looked like the boat
Was not able to float,
It seems he’d forgotten his bailer.
The Crying Maple
The maple is now on the brink
So bitterly crying, I think.
But no, says the tree,
I’m not grieving for me,
Just giving the birdies a drink.
Antler Ride
I heard the bells ring Christmas Day
As joyfully I chewed away,
The reindeer said, “WHO
On my antlers does chew?”
“I’m guilty,” was all I could say.
“I’m leaving,” the reindeer announced,
“Come down or you’ll surely get bounced.”
“No, I can hang on,
For the time that we’re gone,”
I foolishly squeaked and pronounced.
I shivered and held on so tight,
This trip might just cause me a fright,
The wind whistled past,
We were going so fast,
“Merry Christmas to all and goodnight.”
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