It needed a better
Apologies Emily Dickinson. Temperatures are dropping, and the squirrels and chipmunks know that their survival will be at stake.
Look what I found at the gym!
wants to be a victim
or a meme
it’s the double down
I wonder what nibbled on it? Not a holly blue’s caterpillar, probably.
Stroppy Shelf Life
The dead birch trees dream of Ötzi the Iceman
and of their pale youth
when a coat of green loyal ivy
shaded them from bulbous fungi
– not a shield from whipworm, a human problem after all –
One silver birch still stands,
stretched tall to the blue sky,
snug in the coiled embrace of fruiting ivy,
alive with bumble-bees
– or are they the selfsame carpenters that drilled their brethren’s polka dots? –
The winter cat awaits with polished claws
and snowy cloak, hidden in its cloudy paws.
thistles, which include the Cynara/artichoke, with its added allure of providing vegetable rennet for vegetarians that like cheese.
Goggatjie, nou is jou kansie
Trek aan die rooi klompe en dans
Ek breek vir jou ‘n lansie
Al is die wêreld uit wans-
Dis tog elke gogga se droom:
Die distel is so mooi en so pers
fier en regop, soos ‘n kers
stekels en prikkels is niks;
hulle hou jou net fiks
Jy kan dans dat die stof so staan
-daarna kom die heengaan-
kap ‘it uit:
Dans goggatjie, dans.
the rose. I you’re a realist, read about the rose here. If you’re a tasteful consumer, here is your Red Rose. If your medium is mystery, let’s go Sub Rosa. We aim to please.
In the horse-trade of life
free will is like free lunches
that’s why I would never be a dentist;
imagine probing all those free lunch cavities.
A horse doctor might be different
-you’d still have to look the gift horse in the mouth though-
as you dream of unicorns
but you could laugh about it;
snort, whinny even.
Be your own story, be your own plot
Learn tough lessons, how to be mild
Transplant to a boroughs lot
of a wild flower, child
Scatter on three continents, the seed
Spring up in a wildlife trail
Shoot up like a veld weed
Cropping a reverse fail