Ode to a Great Horned Owl Eyes wide open Staring down You watch my every move Noble stance Moves so slight I dared to talk to you What to say To Mr. Owl Perched up in the tree? “Whooo Whooo Who
Catfishing with Mom Getting dark Moon is full Rods and reels are ready Nightcrawlers Insect spray Snacks and sodas plenty Two lawn chairs Coleman light Loaded on the pier Disconnect Shove on out Drop the anchor here Forget the time Let out your line Enjoy
New Bird New bird On the suet Never seen before Bird guide search… Not an American Goldfinch Red spot on top of head Beak too small Not a Redpoll Red spot too small Yellow head and breast No streaks Not a Nashville
A Winter’s Walk I walked with him One winter day Beside a beaver pond The trees were bare The water still Our feet the only sound Then through the wood Where brambles grabbed And vines messed up my hair But
I’m quacking with great news! I’m in Ely, Minnesota visiting Terri Shocke, Mrs. Green’s cousin, and her husband who is also named Terry. Now that really quacked me up! Terri
