Kerplop!
Tasty morsel sinks beneath the depths.
Lures with its sparkling promise of tender fruits,
No hint of its hidden ensnarement.
Large eyes ogle the morsel,
Owner biding his time to ensure the promised catch.
Tasty sport to be found here today!
CHOMP!
Got You!
No quick escape for you my tasty morsel!
The thoughts are echoed from above
As the eyes bulge in surprise.
Pain tears through the scaly flesh,
Forgotten in a split second
When unrelenting pressure jerks upwards,
Pulling towards heavens waterless ocean of air.
Oh what snares have trapped me
In my endeavors for a free meal and entertainment?  
What costly price paid for careless satisfaction?
With every powerful swish of my tail I resist,
But soon I am face to face with my captor.
His hungry eyes and fat tummy belie his need to feed.
Take heed the captor who would become captive  
Take heed lest you become someone else’ sport.

I feel like a bulging drip
on the ceiling tiles, as it grows heavy. It must shed
from its own weight. It collects in a bucket
of overused smiles. Gets thrown out once it’s filled up,

along with the mildew and other rot of broken
promises and lost thoughts. The tinny sound of each plunk
leaves me in a funk. So, I naturally crawl
back inside the spaces overhead where the furring

strips have lost their grip. At some point the whole thing
will collapse like a house of cards unevenly
stacked. But until it happens, I’ll go kerplop. Make bluesy music
with each resounding drop until I reached the top,
and get emptied out again like a longshoreman.

like an acorn
from the old oak – kerplop
in a shower of nuts
I couldn’t stop

I fell
as a bowling pin
hard and straight down
with my head spinning round
and around

I fell
from the sky
like a lightning rod
and split a tree
as I hit sod

I fell
in a second
like the second hand
on a clock
racing at top speed
just like a ****

as a grain of sand
on the shore. But you sparkle
as a diamond gem dancing around
moving feet, til you build
a castle high as the clouds
on the beach.

You’re made to feel small
as a snowflake
that falls from the cold
grey sky. But you’re taken by
a breeze and fly amongst
the trees, as a room of butterflies.

You're made to feel small
as a star shining. But mountains
look small on the horizon. And just like
the sun you'll be rising.

You're made to feel small
as a raindrop. But with every kerplop
on the ground the water pools into
crystal blue streams running through
a forest. And floating above a chorus of orioles
and woodpeckers drilling holes.

the cottontail munches on the
sweet green grass. The squirrels
circle him as they pass, chasing
each other up the old oak tree,

to reach the birdfeeder and eat
the seeds. The blue jay jeers
his resounding call, as another
acorn falls to the ground with a

kerplop. The bunny hops away to find
a quiet place with shade. A honey bee
flutters around me. Two ducks waddle
into view under a cornflower sky

of blue. I sit on my deck drinking it
all in with a glass of lime and gin. A robin
takes a dip, splashing into the birdbath. I take
a sip and smile. Life like this is all worthwhile.

from the trees. As I sit on my deck
one conks me on the head. All I smell

is nuttiness. All I hear is plop, kerplop, crack
hip-scotch. The planks turn into an acorn

carpet, that make me trip when I try to walk
it. The little critters roll under my feet

as if I have skates. And it makes me look like
a drunk in my sleep when I try to get

across it. Now I understand why they call this
season the fall. But I’ll take it anytime over the snow.