Misbehaving

Worrisome, unsettling times

lead me to wallow.

Sometimes in fear

at other times,

in the simple joys of my mortality.

I search out small

gasp worthy moments,

holding them close.

This sunset, a diverse gathering,

seagulls, pigeons, crows,

sparrows and humans – and

no misbehaving

Pat

3/07/23

For dVerse Poets quadrille night where the prompt is “Gasp”, and De is hosting. To participate or read go here.

That Kiss

melting into your kiss –

a recurring memory I hang onto

to keep me sane

to say goodbye

to move on

Pat

2/21/23

For poetics over at dVerse where Kim is hosting and we’re talking ‘kisses’. To participate or just read go here.

Us

Lately, I’ve found myself wondering if animals in the wild behave as we do. I watch the nature show, and I don’t know. I often feel bad for the prey being chased. I yell at them to run!

But as that fails and prey becomes dinner and I see how many of them this one ‘kill’ feeds. I then have to remind myself that they too have to eat.

As my thoughts rounds back to us humans, I wonder – what is our excuse?

pummeling of hope –

out and about while being black

taunts mortality

Pat

2/03/23

Change

This was in a tree outside my house. A home for wasps, I believe. I never saw it coming, never saw them building. Then came autumn, the tree shed their multicolored clothing and there it was.

Fierce looking in size and demeanor. I didn’t touch it, I did not know if anyone was home; and I was not interested in finding out. So, I left it alone.

Now, this hive is no longer there. It seems winter and its high winds took care of the matter in its own time. A clean sweep. An inevitable change.

well hidden

until it was not –

natures roar

Pat

1/26/2023