Wild Muses
Wait for the smoke of a bush fire To char the tough fur black and dry And let drip a lean, beating tongue, Then paint its delicate ankles With bandages to sooth the burns. At this sorry sight, most would cry, So give its tail a cotton tip And stand its ears up like... Continue Reading →
Daytime shuts its eye, Leaving black velvet To drape the thinning light. Bold as a dream, A flashlight tears the canvas, Revealing a dazzling prince, Golden, awake.
Seen a shy giant? ~ Said the shadow in the sand. ~ Beats me said the tree.
Up there In the dressed branches, A Leopardess wears the blood of a beast, Like a floozy wears her rouge In a classy, drunken state. She tires. Like a Queen after a Christmas feast, Her chair creaks, And her belt goes slack, Sighing to muster the effort, To fit in a night cap. Hungry as... Continue Reading →
Latching little hooks On a disused picture antenna The fledglings broadcast in chattering yips, squawks, squabbles and whistles That sometimes dip. Like they know that 1 is missing.
A brush that’s silent ~ Strokes spots across the dense page ~ Touches leaf and twig.
Seared in silver fur, ~ An arrow head marks the face ~ Of one who watches and waits.
The gift of a nut ~ Is claimed by sensitive hands. ~ Old red nibbles on.
Ripping silver mist ~ Is the chainsaw ignition ~ Of a bark in rut.
