#fortlauderdale
They whirl and swirl and dive
But do they?
The no see ‘ems, You can’t see ‘em
but you can feel them there
Cavorting and frolicking, invisible in the air
A dinner time dance, gluttonous splurge
You’ll know all about their evening soirée
When you discover the main course is
… You.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC
Spring time morning sun
Warming my back,
I got lost in the pages of hello poetry
A gargoyle perched on a step
Unmoving, hesitantly... statuesque
A northern mockingbird took rest on my foot
A moments respite from beating wing
And gravity defying flight
My poor heart jumped at his sudden touch
And my foot ****** up and away
Those unexpected scratchings
My coffee cup flying
The mockingbird was no better
All grace and glide destroyed
Frantic scrabble of feathered pinions
Escape from this simulacrum come to life.
Now, From his new purchase he examines me
Suspicious eyes, blaming.
An oddity such as me. And I him.
Needless to say, we both barely survived the encounter.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC