You’re a soft blanket
On a sunny day, but when
The wind’s behind you,
You’re viciously cold—you’re a
Nasty old slap in the face!
Skat@2021
You’re a soft blanket
On a sunny day, but when
The wind’s behind you,
You’re viciously cold—you’re a
Nasty old slap in the face!
Skat@2021
Winter is over
Officially; we welcome
Spring with open arms.
(I’m sure I’ve said exactly such
At this very time last year.)
Skat@2020
Carnage on my deck;
Feathers flew in my absence,
Leaving me dove-less.
I searched for strategies, now
Reflectors hang from my trees.
skat@2020
Washing up, I’d a
sudden remembrance: water
filling up a tub
for playtime at Nursery–
some fifty-odd years ago.
skat@2019
Gelid suet balls
cemented in dispenser
need to be shattered—
by pounding on the railing—
into edible pieces
skat©2019