Waxwing Weekend was
wonderful, but for the fact
it lacked for waxwings.
Not one called in–holding out
until all cherries go black.
skat@2018
Waxwing Weekend was
wonderful, but for the fact
it lacked for waxwings.
Not one called in–holding out
until all cherries go black.
skat@2018
Ready and waiting;
Camera battery charged,
For Waxwing Weekend.
Pendulous berries alter
The shape of my Shubert tree.
skat@2018
Vampire came last night,
left his teeth marks on my arm,
or it might have been
a harmless spider, taking
himself a tasty wee bite.
skat@2018
It’s painstaking; my
fingers’ tips are calloused from
ukulele-strings,
but my heartbeat hums along–
resonating with each strum.
skat@2018
Pulled a sharp “u-ey”
on the main drag, to rescue
a curbed box turtle.
Lorry was heading his way;
Not sorry I stopped traffic.
skat@2018