In a Moment

In a moment I shall see the wholly beauty of thee the chartreuse forest sublime in a taunting seasonal rhyme In a moment I have laid down Horizontal lifeless brown Roots exposed to autumn air The forest sing-song in despair In a moment I stand tall Piney feathers never fall Limbs hold up a child dear An endless mission crystal clear In a moment winter will come My leaves fallen, done I’ll capture the warmth of sol Rue arrival ofRead more

From the Kitchen…

Natasha and I haven’t danced a polka in the kitchen for some time. It’s a bit unnatural. I’m not sure why because we often intersect in the kitchen during supper and snack time and making of the foodstuffs. You’d think we’d knock each other over once in awhile, or dance. On Saturday, Natasha was standing near the cupboard door that I needed to open. As I began to open the door, I said to her… “Watch your head.” Her response?Read more

One-Liner Wednesday: Sometimes…

As written in an email this morning to a colleague: “Sometimes I feel like a rabbit running from the fox, veering left and right, all the while forgetting where I dug my hole.” The colleague replied that we need a wise owl to guide us. I reminded her that owls eat rabbits for lunch. This is in response to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday. Head over to her blog and join the fray!Read more

Feathered Ghost

In a walk with the neighbors Tuesday night we came upon an eerie sight An owl, perched precariously on the end of a light post Looking a bit like a small feathered ghost Waiting for the movement of its meal of which his hunger would steal Watch out little bunny and squirrel! His claws around you, they shall curl Up, up and away he will stealthily climb To take you to the hiding place where he dines We approached to his menacing stareRead more

Have Knife, will Carve

This past Friday was pumpkin carving day. The neighbors invited us over for supper, wine, and “a go” at the big, round, orange fruit. It was a contest of who can carve better than a 5th grader. With little or no recent experience at this venture, I would say we fared pretty well. Wouldn’t you? The mad minion bids you hello! A knife and an imagination brings a frightful sight. The owl’s eyes glow in the night, ready to kill.Read more