Grounded Birds

If I could fly, I’d take to the sky,And build my nest high,But some birds won’t.An owl I found,That lives underground,Perched on its mound,Standing guard.A killdeer will rest,On its earth-built nest,Its young it protects,By feigning injury.Funny feathered friends;Eccentric avians;Free to transcend,My sense of practicality. Subject prompted by Terri’s Sunday Stills: Fun with #Furred and #FeatheredContinue reading “Grounded Birds”

Leatherwing Beetle

Leatherwing beetlePlaying among beautiful pink yarrowSwaying in the breezeTo nature’s rhythmFeet beat on yarrow petalsInadvertently tracking pollen While stirring up pestsFor an afternoon snack. Form prompted by Braden’s Layered Poetry: a New Form with an Example. “Each line begins the next one and completes the previous one. In this way, you can layer many scenesContinue reading “Leatherwing Beetle”

Pick Me A Wildflower

Would you pick for me a fresh wildflower?Any of the many colors will do.A yellow cluster as a bright sunshower. Perhaps some white lace or a blossom in blue.An exotic bloom might be compelling;Though the native flora are quite nice too;A tall stemmed flower like the vendors are selling;Of course the choice is up toContinue reading “Pick Me A Wildflower”