BEHIND THAT DOOR…?

BEHIND THAT DOOR…?

On rounds he has a fear,

One door from which may appear…

Out of the dark

A skunk on a lark,

Who may not want him right there.

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The outer door’s often open,

When the chiller machinery’s groping…

For every last breath

Of coolness til death,

In warm weather, screams like it’s choking.

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I once saw a pigeon in there,

Staggering in despair…

Because of that sound

It seemed death-bound,

I imagine it was really scared!

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So unless skunks wear ear plugs,

I’m not likely to meet one who shrugs…

Off all that noise

With regal skunk poise,

He’d rather dig for grubs and bugs!

–Jonathan Caswell

FELINE FRAGRANCINGS

FELINE FRAGRANCINGS!

Half-way home I smelled “cat”

On the car…what about that…

Was kitty pinioned

Near the hot engine,

Or just territorial spat?

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That is, from the time I left

To go home, I wasn’t bereft…

Of that smell

Ventilated well,

Amazing it was well-kept.

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Skunks, I do declare,

Have come out to re-scent the air…

I rarely see them

Nor want to be them,

But to MEET one would be a scare!  🙂

–Jonathan Caswell

FEELS LIKE DECEMBER

FEELS LIKE DECEMBER

 

At thirty-one, farenheit,

The skunk smells are no more…

Each one must have found a place to stay

And food sources nearby in store.

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The geese in the pond are mighty few,

It may ice up overnight…

There’ll be less deposits on the walk

To clean up at morning light.

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Snow in the midwest may come our way,

Perhaps some by this weekend…

The ski resorts could use revenue

Cold weather’s a snowmaker’s friend.

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A little mouse ran out across my path

Under our canopied walk…

Would he say, “it’s too darn cold for me”

If he were allowed to talk?

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He beelined it for a bed of dry leaves

Near bushes where he could be warm…

His worms must’ve retreated when it got colder,

Like him, they want to ride out the storm.

 

–Jonathan Caswell