the geese are flying
i watch them pass overhead
they’re heading south for winter
to be somewhere warm instead
i hear them before i see them
honking in the cloud-filled sky
the snap of the air tells them
its that time of the year to fly
my dog Koda woos and barks
when he hears them flying low
they’re heading someplace new now
i look up and watch them go
I accidentally went MIA again…just been busy at work. Everything is just exhausting lately.
AJM
To be read as if narrated by David Attenborough
two large
pound cakes
a chocolate
and a butterscotch
wait for more
cakes of their own
disappointed
and convinced that
the next five minutes
are essential to their rate of survival
the cakes keel over
and in a weakened state
they slip into oblivious sleep
and start to snore
he woos, a muffled woo
my slipper stuffed far in his mouth
I pat his brown fur and laugh out loud
and tug it loose
naughty bear
he wags his tail
someday
my slippers will be dry
and right where I left them
and I can’t tell you how much
that breaks my heart
Hi friends,
I accidentally went MIA these past few weeks. We went on vacation about mid-August, and well, pretty much hit the ground running once we got back. I can’t believe summer is about over 😫
AJM
the chickens open their beaks
in a silent squawk
feathered bodies pant
melt and puddle
over wood shavings
the young girl pours water
into the tray in the cages corner
“Jessica needs more water”
“I’m so nervous”
“First place, master showman, I can’t believe it”
off in the corner
several family members
wait and melt in a hundred degrees
with love and pride dripping down their foreheads
and flies batting at their knees
in the silent
inky darkness
something surges
from the deep
predator
turned prey
Peepers peep
like peepers do
a springtime herald
so we know, too
A. J. Morse 