The cats are on the roam
inside their kitty dome,
with bed, bored, string and boxes
they create their self-styled home,
where outside view’s essential
and proximity to heat.
When they think residential,
everything outside is meat.
Their habits must define their day.
Of course they need their sleep.
They check the cracks and pray for prey.
What’s thrown away they’ll keep.
Look out you Saudis.
Look out, Iran.
Big Joe’s not gaudy,
America’s man.
Cool out your nut stuff.
We’ll make a deal.
We don’t just talk tough.
We’ll make you feel.
We can hug later.
Just cool your jets.
Don’t let some hater
Cancel your bets.
This was just practice.
We’ll get precise.
Stop your aggression.
Then we’ll play nice.
Goose Tatum, Goose Gossage and Goose Goslin
used to get in their best vee formation and chase
Ducky Medwick, George Crowe, Robin Roberts,
Hawk Harrelson and Jose Cardenal around the field.
Occasional drop ins by some other animals livened
the festivities as Moose, Bull, Panda, Big Cat and
Roadrunner made for excitement and a bit of fear.
For those I have omitted or forgotten, I am sorry.
That’s you, Turkey, Rabbit, Cobra, Deer, Goat, Colt and Fox.
Catfish, Newt, Penguin and Slug; Crab, Buck and Old Hoss.
Mad Dog, Bulldog, Crime Dog, Doggie; Rooster, Spider, Flea.
Ryno, Paw Paw, Vulture, Fly, Gnat, The Rat and Kitty.
Toro, Shark, Gator, The Bee, Sugar Bear, Polar Bear, Ant.
And leave out The Iron Horse and the Grey Eagle we can’t.
{Broken Up in the spirit of Lawrence Ferlinghetti. R.I.P.}
Menlo Park. Menlo Park.
Ain’t no Edison there.
Thought I’d find him with Rodin.
No one seems to care.
Where is Tom?
The bulbs are dim.
Conserve your energy.
I came out here to find him!
Boy, you’re on the wrong sea.
Once upon a winter’s day, a man fell through the snow.
He’d plunged into a well-sized hole, a spot he did not know.
When climbing out proved too much task, he just looked to survive.
The melted snow and frozen plants are what kept him alive.
Alas, the sun appeared and softened walls so he could climb.
He got out ‘fore the next snow fell, seemingly just in time.
Since then, he swore he’d help out folks who found the white stuff scary.
He bought a truck, with blade attached, and became the Plow Fairy.
He cleaned the drifted driveways of the elderly and sick.
Just plow ’em fast and drive away. That was his magic trick.
He never left a message, just boot footprints by the door.
He didn’t need rewards or thanks, not what his mission’s for.
And so it went, another sprite to make the winter merry.
Those who’ve caught a glimpse always shout, “Thank you, Snow Plow Fairy!”