Little pond fever

Warty newt with yellow toes With skin that bumps And crest that glows Those spots that pop On your belly show The small pond fever That spreads below.

The Secret Player

A theatre plays along the banks Of the water side The willows draw a masquerade Their shadows splitting light. Silver herring, Is the glam on show While from back stage, The heron takes a row.

The Bittern

Here rides the bittern Snatching feet A needle spire For a beak It twists above us And breaks the current Then when it disappears Its step you cannot hear Among the reeds

Climbing Nyala

The climbers eye a bounty up, Above the striped horizon, Clinging on to rolling skin They scale the dusty way. Tiny beaks peep over streaks Of hair that tips the hill Their necks are stiff and their cheeks are stretched From picking with their bill.

A Right Pair

When 2 swans trumpeted to fly out north With heralding whoops and bright eyed splashes The others drew out and formed a runway To lead them straight to green, open tundra But zeal can often be the trap of fools As in their sweet romance they flew madly And smacked themselves across a blind pylon... Continue Reading →

The Thing

When all was quiet on the promenade, ‘cept for the sea, I gazed a dark thing down on the beach, Stranded like a road side tire, Its rubber shell broiling in the heat.   Suddenly charged by the midday sun, A foot, a claw grinded into gear, Dragged, contorted and pulling away. Then a lizard... Continue Reading →

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