Category: poetry

Chickadee

It’s so hard for me to get a good photo of a chickadee; they’re tiny and flit around so much that by the time I set up for the shot, they’re gone.

I worked on getting this one quite a while, and in doing so, I pissed off the little guy; he just wanted to have an uninterrupted meal, and there I was with a big lens in his face.

After a while, I was annoyed too, and it drove me to poetry:

I bugged

A black-capped chick-a-dee

For photographs all day

Until he got so sick-a-mee,

He finally flew away.

–Photo by me

high noon (archives)

in the middle of our supper,

the night fell with a thud,

splattering gravy everywhere.

smokey licked most of it up,

but the damage was done,

and it stayed dark all night.

then, at breakfast, the day

suddenly broke overhead,

and our eggs and bacon went

flying all over the place.

again, smokey cleaned it up,

but the damage was done,

and the day stayed broken.

for lunch, we went out to

the pasture to eat more of

the mushrooms we’d found

there a few days before.

suddenly, smokey pointed

up at the sun and yelled,

“it’s high noon! hit the dirt!”

but the damage was done,

and we stayed high all day.