Category: poetry

The Fisher Cat

I don’t know why they call him that

He doesn’t fish, he’s not a cat

But what he should get credit for

Is being a bad-ass predator

He’s ruthless, and he likes to dine

On snowshoe hare and porcupine–

No, I wouldn’t call him that

The truth is he would eat my cat

–Photo by me

Skittles is Missing

I went out to the farm a couple of days ago and was disheartened to learn that Skittles (the orphaned fawn) has been missing since that nasty blizzard we had in early April. Stephanie said that although Skittles would often be gone all day, she’d always come home to sleep indoors at night.

So far, all of poor Steph’s calling out for her has gone unanswered.

Now, there’s always a chance that she finally just up and left with others of her kind. Perhaps one day I’ll run into her on one of my woodland walks. I hope so.

Good things are fleeting

They touch us and then are gone–

To make way for more

–Photo by me (last year)

Skunk

I came upon a skunk

And we held a mutual gaze

Till we sized each other up–

Then we went our separate ways.

Now, you may wish this story

Had more action to present,

But I am very happy

That it went the way it went.

–Photo by me

humble pie

while sketching

a fetching young dancer,

i was asked

how i came

by my art.

“with oodles

of doodles,” i answered–

while wishing

i’d said

something smart.

she smiled

a while and related

that she learned

how to dance

in a hall:

her mama

and papa had 8 kids,

and only

1 bathroom

for all.

–sketch and photo by me