Tag: poetry

Omen

I dreamed of a big black bird

Hovering o’er the trees,

And when I woke, I wondered

If it had been an omen,

For long ago I’d heard

That a big black bird in dreams

Means one’s about to blunder–

Especially with a woman.

It’s true: I’d made a date

With a woman I’d just met

But I swear on my life

That it went against my heart,

And yet it’s not too late

To call it all off yet–

For I promised my late wife

That till death do us part.

–Photo by me

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

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