A Bathing Robin

Monday, June 15, 2020,

Splish splash I was taking a bath

In a pretty puddle last week

In the middle of the park

And happy as a lark

Just me, as free as could be

I was soaking, there’s no joking

Bathing but behaving

The water was so soothing

Got me into grooving

Thought about some singing

And the crowd that might be bringing

I really wanted to sing out

But there were birders all about

Decided to keep quiet

And thus avoid the riot

I thought I was alone

But a sight did make me groan

A bald guy took a photo

And me just thinking “Oh no”

Why can’t they let me be?

My feathers are too messy

Don’t need no one to see me

Till I’m looking pretty. 



The Monarch and the Mantis: A Poem for Halloween

Thursday, October 31, 2019,

Orange and black are the colors of Halloween, right? Well, one of the protagonists in this post wears those very colors. I warn you, these are less than pleasant photographs. But isn’t Halloween all about being scared? And to make it scarier still, I’ve added a poem that’s sure to bring a groan.

The Monarch and the Mantis

The Monarch, she’s a beauty
An altogether cutie
Happy is the hour
When she lights upon a flower

The Mantis is a mean one
A nasty long and lean one
He’s gruesome and he’s toothsome
He’s altogether Ooh!-some

They both live in the fields
Where both come in for meals
Everyone needs to eat
And we all enjoy a treat

The Monarch she seeks nectar
The Mantis is like Lecter
That Hannibal was a cannibal
And the Mantis is no better

One day the Mantis sees the Lady
But she’s not enough afraidy
The Mantis makes a meal
Of a beauty oh so real

What good was it to be here?
I was all too late to free her
At least I got the pics
As the Mantis got his kicks

If there’s a lesson to be learned
It’s that this poet should be spurned
This poem is just awful
And that should be unlawful