Knox found a big bone,

drug it home, and was dismayed

we didn’t praise him.

~

Let us not discuss

Knox and his enormous bone

since this is a family blog.

Oaks; black, white, and red,

in their reproductive zeal,

bombard my cars with nuts.

~

They whisper among

themselves, “Why doesn’t he build

himself a garage?”

When tension mounts it’s

probably best to dismount

and find something you enjoy.

~

As with computers,

when all things go haywire,

Rebooting can set them right.

All the joys of home-

through the door and straight to work,

catching up for that time gone.

~

Homing in on what

needs to be done gives a sense

of time well spent, work well done.

He balances his

budget by not paying bills

and shortchanging everyone.

~

Parsimonious,

when it comes from his wallet;

spendthrift, with other folks funds.

In this quiet wood

Far away from beaten paths

Deer browse without care.

~

Except for the fawn

we found lying unbreathing

far from the house on our lawn.

The chilly air nipped

our heals, hurried me along,

but Knox preferred to linger.

~

In his canine mind,

he needed to slow and show

upstart air he won’t be moved.

Basking in the sun,

turtle remains attentive,

ready to dive from danger.

~

Even turtles know

attentiveness is the way

to best save the day.

How can there be a

meeting of minds when no minds

come to the meeting?

~

With no agendum

minds can meet on neutral ground

even when all are absent.

Repetitive croaks

from somewhere outside makes me

question to whom they belong.

~

Given the season

and the climate, it’s likely

groanings of croaking old toads.

Selling lies? Easy!

Lay on thick coats of varnish;

they’ll ignore all the tarnish.

~

Selling and telling

lies is what they do and they

claim the Bible told them to.

The Great Pretender

often drops his mask

as the campaign adVances.

~

Incongruity,

when displayed so wantonly,

clearly heralds things to come.

Like a great dragon

silhouetted ‘gainst the sky

stands an old and lonely tree.

~

But it cheers up when

a batch of cardinals settle

there for a brief rest.

Each morning those crows

give me answers to questions

only they would ask.

~

Old crows with questions?

Now that’s a novel concept,

after endless Nevermores!

Sodden rainy days

provide us with ample time

for indoor neglected chores.

~

True, but some prefer

to gaze soulfully at their

navels as they neglect chores.

Small bird hesitates,

then joins the big birds who dine

along the porch rail.

~

Some must overcome

seeming disadvantages

for their place at the table.

Besides politics,

what else fractures our nation

and drives us ever apart?

~

Our fractured selves drive

us to create fractures which

destroy unity. Love heals.

This sunny day brings

a smile after being

awash in days of gray rain.

~

These welcome gemstones,

shining bright in dull settings,

lighten every heart.

I suspect his hate

for everyone not like himself

extends to everyone.

~

When you have no love,

the one thing you can do to

feel strong is to hate.

A chorus of cries

heralds good news: porch railing

is lined with bird seed.

~

Perhaps planting seeds

and growing porch railing beds

would be more renewable?

Fallen leaves floating

silent upon still waters

dancing spider upsets them

~

Such minor upsets

can help us reset what looked

to be a gray day.

Dog killing seems to

be something some Repubs think

they should brag about.

~

But Dog eating, though,

is so unconscionable

only immigrants do it.

In truth, a flower

and a weed can be the same

if we appreciate them.

~

One person’s flower

is another person’s weed

as every election shows.

Blue jays and cardinals

vie for space at the feeder

while hummingbirds dine nearby.

~

All birds hunger here;

their feeders were all destroyed

last week by one greedy bear.

That distant thrumming

song of steel on iron rail

penetrates the sleeping mind.

~

And when that lonely

whistle blows, we’re reminded

we’re here safe at home.

As the sun looks on,

the clouds ponder whether to

rain or not to rain.

~

Deciding on rain,

the clouds open, at last,

and the sun takes a powder.

How can we describe

that which is unseen, if we

go in fear of abstraction?

~

Fear prevents us from

seeing what is right in front

of our eyes as well.

Their heyday over,

pink impatiens start to shed,

one by one, their leaves.

~

Their glory replaced

by the impatient asters

blooming with vigor nearby.

Between the soft breeze

and the water over rocks,

serenity comes easily.

~

Natures hymns, sung by

rushing waters and soft breeze,

set us gently free.