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Puddle

In my lap is a puddle of purr With fur so thick You can not even part it to find skin That is Love Warm Present Puddling over Pure

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Actual Size

High up on the wire The Coopers’s Hawk surveyed the grasses below A speck against the sky Filling my heart And this whole page…..

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Conversations

Conversations above my head Dance above me But they are not for me, Still I can enjoy the choir

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Bow

In my lap is a small fur waterfall Captured by a bright orange bow Cuddled up in a circle A living Enzo

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Couplet

Two geese Snow birds Dined on the tender grasses beside the road As rush hour traffic swirled around them Do not get distracted from what feeds you.

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Observed

Opening my eyes I find my gaze returned by golden green orbs Wake Up!

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Mud puppy

The puddle beckoned The mud oozed Who could possibly resist? Jump it!

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Tiny trumpets

The butterfly was tiny! A splash of yellow bright Dancing in the morning light Among a field of tinier purple trumpets Can’t you hear the music!

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Tiny blooms

The tiniest of yellow flowers Hang from the slenderest of green stalks Gently dancing. The dog hunts lizards in the grass. The sun Shines.

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When life gives you lemons…

I sit in the sun Sipping lemon and ginger with honey Surrounded by the scent of lemon blossoms A bee comes And sits on my thumb I ponder What does it mean to be indigenous to a place.

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