What Was Out There

 

Dark leaves, dry bark mulch

clouds full of rain, not falling.

The cars don't care, fast

to other places, other yards.

Sun Beyond Sun

 Wiggle wrag the tiggle tangle.

Tingle up your bidden.

Did It Really

Change your tune

before it is too late

baby baby baby

change your name

now, while the going's

now, before later.

The Mysterious Yodel

 It wasn't just any old yodel. It was

a large sound in the small valley, 

small by valley standards. The dips

and shadows behind boulders. Amazing

clatters that threw down small pebbles

before the skitter and plop. 

The Sea

 I looked at the sea. Its choices and waves,

curving towards the land, away from the sea!

How could they call life one big fishbowl

when it is, in fact, one big sea. One that 

beckons to be thought about, felt. 

When I Detected

 Something was amiss.

It was always the same something.

Anyway, back to raising my cats,

they're growing up fine. One has

a sleek coat and the other

is almost an angora. 

Supposed

 I was supposed to follow the instructions

about keeping quiet

especially regarding a certain lively creature

and what to call the little weirdo. In reality,

what did I miss in all the commotion?

The rinky-dink little town. Its drab streets

leading to pioneer graveyards. Plus,

what to do after seeing all the dust

and used up trees?