THOUGHT for FOOD

Writing Swiss cheese and Genoa salami,

I eat poetry for nourishment.

Thinking cereal, yogurt and berries,

I eat words for dinner.

Observing OJ and coffee,

I drink thoughts as a morning start-up.

Quarks and communication, yumm.

Dust Bunnies

Dust bunnies come and dust bunnies go.

Where do they come from, can we show?

That very question was asked some days ago,

and posed to minds that ought to know:

Perplexed, puzzled, and  furrowed brow.

Eyes crossed with purpose and wonder, strained.

No answer forth coming, dumb as snow.

“As a fact, this we know.”

“They grow in corners, under sofas and couches.”

“As a fact, this we know.”

“They can double in size in a day or so.”

Again we’re asked,

“What do they eat? Where do they sleep?”

“Ah, um, ah …”

Another mind stumping,

mental,

exercise treat.

“But, they’ve got no feet!

Where are their ears”

“They’re faster than brooms.

They scoot in front or slip around.”

“And got no toes!”

“They scoot in front or slip around,

sliding so fast,  scamper to another room.

All the while,

they ride on the backs of dogs and cats.

Dare I say, they play with mice when you’re away.”

Cornered,

Quickly… they…collapse,

your guard comes down

and…

approached,

and…

touch to grab,

and…

they jump-flit-away! They’re gone.

Playing peek-a-boo,

and

Do It All Over Again.

“You have a cure?”

It’s no use they’ll get away!

It always happens. There’s no…..!!!

Varoooom, varooom,  all gone, all gone.

“I got me, ha-ha-ha , an electric broom.”

Donkey Frogs

As reported by Mackenzie:

Mackenzie asked me early one day,

“Have you ever seen a donkey frog frolicking at play?”

‘No,” I responded, what could I say?

“A donkey frog? Really? Not in my day!”

“They hop like zebras bounding away,

or croak in the garden as night overcomes day.

Gray and green or black  and white,

donkey frogs can be a most terrible sight.

Some are big, oh so quite huge

too fat to do anything ,

they can’t even move.”

Mackenzie saw them as she mentioned to me.

So I wrote what she said for all you to see.

“They’re afraid of cameras and don’t want to be held,

If you see one to touch you must stand so still.

It will come up and look you nose to your toes

Then smile if it wants to, giving a moo.”