Crazy in the Night

My cat Freya and I were looking out at the night sky

And wondering where we might get some milk so late.

Seeing no possible solution, I somehow hurled myself

Into the starry depths of space, and, stopping long enough

To have a quick belt with Orion and to pet the Dog Star,

I grabbed the Big Dipper and rode the Horsehead Nebula

Down to the Milky Way where I filled it to the top.

Then I slid down a moonbeam to my kitchen table.

“And you thought I was crazy,” I said as I poured

The luminous liquid into her empty bowl.

“Maybe a little,” she replied.

–photo by me

Getting Along

If these three natural enemies can get along, why can’t we? In a world that seems more complex with each new generation, we find ourselves having difficulty in deciding who’s on the right side of current global altercations. The Israeli/Hamas situation is one such predicament, and choosing either side seems wrong. There is a third possibility, however:

when arguments

go on and on

it’s likely that

both sides are wrong

–Photo by me

a shadorma

I took this photo of a snowy owl in North Dakota two years ago, and I’m posting it today because I just heard that the big snowy hanging around the Sax-Zim bog near here went to that great tundra in the sky a few days ago. Apparently, he was sitting on the railroad tracks and zoning out as snowy owls do (see photo above), and the feathers flew. Sad, and I was hoping to get a shot of him. Anyway, it made me think of this silly shadorma:

they say that

birds are dinosaurs;

that’s true in

most respects,

but who’d you invite to lunch–

t-bird or t-rex?

–photo by me