Category: Nature


A Night for the Hunt

When the wind swirls and dusk is over the east,

the rodents scurry past

looking for a feast,

wondering if it will be there last.

While the leaves whisper peace

The patch eyed on the patio,

clever Cleo in the garbage can,

frequently watch through the window,

with a growing appetite for the dining of man.

As a morsel is pulled from a plate

Feline eyes widen and a little tongue lashes,

Something has been decided; I believe a rodent’s fate.

The night rouges disperse in furious flashes.

A dangerous time as the evening gets late

Tomorrow morn, shall find a mouse at my door, and they eggs in their dishes.

Albert J. Alfalfa

A sigh exhaled with the failing light

Absorbed into the blanket of an intruding cloud

I must say I felt quite bright

When the storm abruptly turned around

But a whisper of raindrops, the sun at late day height

Shade to the east, shaded eyes peering west

Last treatment of rays before a lonely night

It’s my rabbit friend and I again, taking the world in expansion of chest

We become to some an alarming sight

Small surprise slipped in along their way

I ponder the approach of golden hair, I might

Regret the actions of the day

Would have to be one with interests tight

One who radiated without the sun and equal in depth

For the most subtle efforts to surface right

Amongst Sky’s azure and breeze a good breath

The vanquished storm to my delight

The rabbit growing sleepy, nudges me gently

A break in the storm, one of natures invites

My rodent here lures quite quickly

Perhaps a chance for romance by twilight

The winged are calling the settings suffice

Yet in no mood to enter that plight

To venture for love in female fishing strife

No need to fear regrets slow healing bite

Shall relent in no chase, content and at bay

The days more fitting for the flight of a kite

Such a melancholy day with very little to say

Worry not this lonely night

Or those that stare with sunshine hair

All a pleasure, a credit to sight

But with the light on my face, I’m incapable to care

A reflective day, all is right, I shall be alone tonight.

The Link

What defines humans as significantly different?

Religious philosophy often point to reason,

-as mans imprint.

Less observant minds suggest the process of work

-and feelings of love,

Though alas, Tis none of the above.

The unique quality in human kind, is not,

The cancerous overpopulation, opposable thumbs

or social nature

Nor is it the destructive behavior,

of the

- religious creature

What makes man different is not general to the whole,

Yet a virtue that few manage to develop,

by the time death, eventually envelops.

Therefore, most

-though how we may refuse,

Live out their existence in the same undivine way

Where ours habits,

-we don’t necessarily choose

Resemble squirrels at work, and at play.

Of course, there is little negativity in that fact,

other than illustrating the absurdity of human arrogance.

What are the qualities that make us human?

The ability the stand on the shoulders our predecessors pain

For a single being, without the knowledge of centuries past

is nothing but a mammal, caught in the midst of nature’s chain,

-perhaps even last.

So, the individual

With no external influence

What makes it human, what makes it a nuisance?

Start with a definition,

An ability to step out of the present reality

acknowledging infinite places where things may stand.

Where the endless apparition, of what could be

may be found tangible, even likely

and then there, you may find man.

To see a true meaning of humility,

an appreciation for all known and unknown.

Insight, the missing link, the gene of humanity

that only a few have found,

To see within,

-with out abstracting the out.

South Bay

Thunderclap in the distance,

An awe-inspiring calm

The crabgrass and sea brush

ever bending with the breeze.

“No Wake” the sign protruding slanted from the surface

with a crane perched and neck huddled,

the sign serving its purpose.

Wings spread and head raised,

the crane wakes with the incoming tide.

The marshland dense with tall grass

Becomes a sea within another

Every time the wind sighs

The morning travelers

Pair of sparrow

Pair of finch

The sun has barley risen an inch!

Darting in jagged form

Acrobats in flight

Making all haste in a boundless commute.

The gulls make the rounds

Instilling further life into the breeze.

Business as usual on the bay

and intertwining seas.

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