Frogs....

                                                        frogs croaking sonnets 

                                                        night full of splashing water

                                                        live foam come morning
 

More Teritorial Disputes II

The Horse is watching the kangaroos in the evening light. Don't you dare come into my paddock he thinks, this is my paddock the bossman told me. He sowed it with fresh pasture seed and it will be feed for me this coming summer.

The Horse knows kangaroos have big feet which will flatten the crop if they get in and loll around in it. 

I have hard feet thinks the Horse and have metal shoes on which the farrier comes and takes off every six weeks. He trims my hooves thinks the Horse and nails the iron shoes back on. Sometimes when the farrier does this I turn my head and nuzzle the straps of his leather apron or his head if it is near enough.

The sun is low on the horizon thinks the Horse and my feed will surely be put into the feed bin hanging on the wall of my shelter shed.  Chaff and bran and applecider vinegar mixed with warm water if the night is going to be cold. I will push my muzzle in right up to my nostrils, it is so good....

 Tonight the mother of the bossman is feeding me, she tells me the bossman is far away working twelve hour shifts in the mine where he works earning money to buy feed for me. Hay is very expensive these days because of the drought.... Have a good night ,she tells me, and be kind to the kangaroos.......

haiku for Wordly turmoil

                                                     clouds smile across skies

                                                    winds sculpt fantastic images

                                                    no noise calm silence 

 

Behold!!!!!

Behold the Pond

Overflowing with goodness 

of rain

Playground of ducks

Haven for frogs

and the memory of drought fades

the fish swims in gratitude......
 

Teritorial Disputs by the Pond

 I'll write a bit and then insert a photo, so here it is and these are the ducks having an argument to see who owns the pond

I want to use wrap around writing but it is not allowing me to do so.

 

Below are some Musk Lorrikeets  splashing about in the pond when the ducks had departed.

This is the worst blog I have ever written as the normal way I used to do them has altered with this new laptop I have. So forgive me anyone who may actually look at this. 

Patience in Times of Upheaval

                                             Like the horse Shalako 

                                               Patiently waiting for 

                                                his morning breakfast or 

                                                for the evening hay biscuit 

                                                then obviously enjoying his food 

                                                with that faraway look in his eye.

                                                the petulant four year old in 

                                                an old man's body impatiently

                                                spewing forth unpleasant directives

                                                is the total opposite 

                                                creating havoc among 

                                                long suffering masses 

                                                of people longing for

                                                that faraway look 

                                                in each other's eyes

                                                oh, the patience required

                                                to see present humanity

                                                through this turbulent time......

 

Wisdom...

                                                 Well, they have elected

                                                this felon to rule

                                                their destinies

                                                let Ozimandias

                                                speak again

                                                to show that all is

                                                Vanity

                                                Silence is always present

                                                no way will it ever alter

                                                Silence is wisdom.....