10.27.2021
A mash-up of the Neverbird and a chicken, the bird most often brought to mention in my family.
10.25.2021
Me tracking the amount of sound I’m making as I get a snack from the kitchen while also listening for any sounds that would signal my wife’s approach. This sort of situation is also why we’ve never had a toaster.
10.22.2021
In Protest of Rhymes
Must you always make them rhyme
These poems that you write?
You know that’s not an absolute
Though they sometimes bring delight
Poetry’s an open land
With rules that bend and break
And one more rhyming poem, sir,
I truly cannot take
For though I am a patient beast
These pairings I’ll not bear
I must request that you desist
And other art-forms share
Then maybe when I’ve rested up
And had a chance to breathe
We can see what new ideas
You’ve gotten up your sleeve
10.21.2021
In Service of Pigeons
The lovely Lady Laudine
She sleeps only a smidgeon
She’d rather be up talking to
The cooing, rooftop pigeons
When night has come and others rest
She’s in the kitchen, baking
Then to the birds upon the roof
She’s plates of cookies taking
And they all coo and say it’s nice
But wonder if she’d see
A way to make her way back down
To make them cups of tea
So back she goes on down the stairs
To set the kettle boiling
While others sleep within their beds
She is for pigeons, toiling