Budding Bits (NaPoWriMo #5)

Budding bits
dilute
               winter bark in
               pink petals whisper-lyte
                                                                  surge
and burst

onetwothreefourfive pomsjustpuffslikecream
                                                                                                     Jezebel

hers was a buxom bride
                                                  and what i want to know is
how do you waste these brief beauties
Miserly Spring?

(original favorite)

Buffalo Bill’s

e.e. cummings

Buffalo Bill ’s
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus

he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blue-eyed boy
Mister Death

Humming (2020 NaPoWriMo #30)

Whining wings

Wheeling sound outside my door.

I leap to my feet,

Rummage in the garage.

Later, crystalline feeder swaying,

I fold my arms, surveying the snow.

Sun-warmed boards underfoot,

I watch his favorite tree.

Has the horrible hummingbird returned?

Rumors placed them only miles south last week.

Our home has been muffled in hushed snow.

We are braced, again, for epic battles on our porch.

Later, when the dog barks at a rumbling truck

And I eye the yet-empty feeder,

I pause to notice the distinctive whine.

Is it just a bad axle?

Perhaps war waits for another day.

Tater the Super Amputee (2020 NaPoWriMo #29)


Eleven years ago he woke up a tripod, an amputee, an AmpuTater.
Shhhh. Don’t tell. He hasn’t missed a beat.
Able to conquer three-level cat towers in several bounds,
Still counter surfs at every chance.
He’s best at singing the song of his people, preferably at 4:30 am.
Tater, cat-dog had yet to fail at winning over every “I’m not a cat person” he’s met.

Meet Tater the Terrific. Tater the Best, Tater Tyrant of my Heart.

Happy Sweet Sixteen, Taterbug.