Shadorma #55

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Out walking

On the rail-to-trail;

No pivot

For divot—

Went over on my ankle—-

A misstepic fail.

Skat@2020

Shadorma #54 Whistle

I waken

To an eerie sound

From afar,

Only to

Discover, it’s coming from

My left nostril.

Skat@2020

Shadorma 54

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Climate change

Has us all confused

Warm weather

Disperses

My feathered friends for days, leaves

Me sad and lonely.

skat @2019

Shadorma #53

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October,
we expect fallen
leaves, winds blown,
not this hot
day of raging thunder in
a tropical storm.

skat@2019

Shadorma #52

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Each morning
now we awake to
the sound of
insistent
bluejays shrieking their demands
for some more peanuts.

skat@2019