the diet of the bald eagle
shows that you’re not what you eat,
for he stands so composed–even regal–
while gobbling down decomposed meat.
–Photo by Aaron (This shot was taken with his 75mm–300mm telephoto lens; mine is 50mm–200mm.)
now, i’m no monk
and yet i find
i walk for peace–
of a kind;
yes, every day
i am resigned
to walk for peace–
peace of mind.
–photo by me
if you are a nature lover,
remember, as a human,
you are cutting-edge
stuff in nature–
so mysterious,
you border on
magical.
you.
–image by ai
Uff da, eh?
It’s tirty below
Or colder,
I’m guessing,
And wit dis here wind, it is
Mighty refreshing!
–Photo by me
tonight, the heavens shine
like sparkling grape wine
pouring down upon the earth
from vineyards divine
–photo by me
A baby woodpecker named Brie
Would peck at the pines futilely–
It was hopeless until
She procured a small drill
From the carpenter ants in the tree.
–Photo by me
First send out ICE with urgency
For everyone’s “protection”,
And that will spur insurgency–
I’ll call it insurrection.
Then I’ll declare emergency
And cancel the election.
there’s a grosbeak in the pines,
and he asks me, “tee tee tew?”
so i answer, “i am fine,”
and inquire, “how are you?”
*
as a birdman, i will say
that he understands my words–
but they might put me away
for talking with the birds.
–photo by me
the frosted forest–
fragile, glass sailboats on
a crystalline sea
–photo by me
seventy-one times around the sun
(a forty billion mile run),
i’d clung to earth both day and night
as thirty thousand times it spun.
*
and now, at four or five dogs old,
my body’s grown by thirty fold–
no matter how you add it up,
it comes to just one life, all told.
michaeljordahl 