The Season

Full ponds and warm weather
A sure sign that it’s spring
Making the frogs hop and sing

‘Tis the season for their song
Their serenade lasts for hours and hours
Invading my sleep, making it sour

How do I request an owl fly over
Just a need a little silence
Before throwing shoes over the fence

I considered retaliation
Singing before dawn on the pond banks
Disturbing the frogs in the tanks

My neighbors might take offence
Feed me to the frogs, claiming self defense
Turn up their air conditioner and sleep soundly

Stupid frogs

A pond full of water

I know you are in there. I can hear you.

NaPoWriMo 2014 Day 23

Susan’s Rose

A sentinel bush marking ten years
Planted as a promise of better days to come
Each year the promise kept
Of briars and thistles swept

Walking paths through the trees now beckon
Colts and canines greet at the fence
Prancing in rehearsed unison

Rose scent wafts in a swirl
Allowing us respite under the shadows
Shielded by Susan’s rose

A pink rose bud opening

Susan’s rose

NaPoWriMo day 22

Velociraptor

Turtles slip into the water
They have for millennia and will for many after
Rustling in the bushes, I listen harder
Gasp to see a carnivore dinosaur, a velociraptor

I halt in my place, try not to sneeze
The last thing I want is to warrant its attention
My scent blown downwind by the breeze
Not getting eaten is my latest intention

I do my best to shrink in my place
Then backtrack one step at a time
Willing my motion to not leave a trace
I retreat from the Cretaceous Period, praying like a mime

A statue of a Velociraptor

Shh, it’ll hear you

NaPoWriMo Day 21