Flipping the Bird

I’m on Mastodon,

from bluebird site I’ll soon be …

gone—come fly with me!

skat@2022

katmorten@mastodon@c.im

Parasites

Chipping sparrows have

Already picked up sidekicks

For winter, ticks on.

Skat@2022

Poppies

In open field, the poppies tall,

Wake from sleep so deep, to fly;

Their paper petals, flushed, enthrall,

Flat out, they flout their blooms, unshy.

The winds will blow, red men will fall,

Blood-tears shed—- bled into sky;

Tossed to heaven, once-silenced spirits all,

With no word ever heard, they cry.

Kat Mortensen©2010

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Library Blues

Popular books, all

Coming due at the same time—

Unsolved mysteries.

Skat@2022

Railing

Chipmunk hailing me;

through the kitchen glass doors, he’s

silently pleading.

Skat @2022