Eagle in the Morning

Look Who Got Caught

He got snagged up in the tree out front when he was hanging around trying to peek in the upstairs windows!

Aging with Grace

Thus as she felt her beauty fade,

The tulip made of sunlight,

Rejoiced that in her humble bed

A fiery bulb bloomed bright.

A bulb so new that when she fell,

Abandoning all delight,

The bed would gleam still with the blaze

Of its ethereal light.

Swallows in the Morning

What is it about a good preening that make you want to stretch your wings and FLY!!!!

Or maybe a good scratch!

Haunted Night

The night’s so dark, I feel its breath

Tingling down my neck;

The rain is sliding down my pane

And pooling on the deck.

I hear soft voices whispering

Behind each closed, locked door…

I think they’re trying to get in,

But I want out much more.

Tulips and Tears

The Vanity of the Sun

As Sol rose up to touch the sea

He lingered near the shore

He bent to see how brilliantly

He shone, and to adore

His face reflected in the sea,

Then he moved up on shore.

For as Narcissus used to be,

Sol’s vanity is lore,

And he insists that he must see

His face reflected more.

Thus even drops, small as can be,

Reflect small Sols galore.