Category: Poetry

Footprints in the Snow

As I gaze out to this fresh blanket of white

I wonder who created these footprints last night.

Could it be a raccoon scurrying by?

Or that lonely opossum wondering why.

Maybe the coyote who visited last year,

Or could it be a deer, or perhaps even a bear!

Oh, silly me, those feet are so small,

And they visit me often awaiting my call.

‘I see you’ I say on this frosty winter morning.

Sneaking close by me without any warning.

‘Breakfast time’ I holler as she comes on the sly,

Cautiously approaching but no longer shy.

Indebted and grateful for this daily feast,

Hastily munching and crunching, to say the least.

Morsels and warm milk on the menu today

Oh, how I love you, please won’t you stay?

Belly now full with a glorified sway,

Your lovely purr truly made my day.

To some, you are just a feral, but you are so much more to me

See you same time tomorrow, now go off and be free.

The Parting Song of Autumn

The chill in the air leaves me breathless as I tag along.

To listen to the gentle reminders of autumn’s parting song.

The squirrel is chuckling happily hoarding his hefty stash.

As the cardinal dances softly on the branch of a crimson ash.

Every tree tells a story of their beauty fading as the leaves fall below.

While the rippling creek whispers a soft harmony to flow.

The endless lullaby of fall enchants all who overhear.

Until next year I wait, for a new melody to endear.

 

Mr. Squirrel

As I go about my normal day,

You restlessly scamper on the deck as if to say Hey!

My bird feeder is empty

You get a bit testy,

I say hold on you silly thing,

There are cheep cheeps who will sing.

You wait and wait impatiently,

Tail moving crazily.

Give me a sec,

My feeders a wreck!

Those raccoons last night had a feast

Causing a raucous, boy I should have policed!

Let me clean this mess

Or should I digress?

You watch me from a nearby tree

Knowing soon you will finally see

Seed and more seed

Not for you but you will still feed.

Take your time and share,

The birds are coming, be aware.

Your nervous chatter is the only thank you I request

Relax, enjoy your meal, see you later my skittish guest.

The Trespasser

It was that time again for Angel’s nightly romp

So we crossed the driveway as my boots gave a clomp.

The moonlight cast enough light below

As if to say, Hey I’m watching you know.

We ended up on the frost covered grass

On my front lawn we hurried at last.

The winter’s chill hit me as swift as can be

I told Angel “Hurry up” and then she started to pee.

As I waited I shrieked “Oh no, not again!”,

I glanced at my watch and it was ½ past 10.

I couldn’t believe the Trespasser was here

Building his home without any fear.

I struggled to keep my balance intact

As I counted the raised patches, should I overreact?

I asked out loud, “why must you come and always see me,”

“Why don’t you live next door and be happy?”

If my neighbors heard me they surely would giggle

Knowing I once again am the victim of this wriggle.

At this point Angel wagged her tail to go in

We moved toward the door and I paused with a grin

I decided maybe I shouldn’t be so tough on this guy

Hey, he needs a home just like you and I.

I figured why worry, I’ll just fix it once more

It’s not worth the effort to fight another war.

I shut the garage and hollered “Goodnight Mr. Mole”,

“See you same time tomorrow”, as you add one more hole.