Snow Watch

White waves of snowdrift
A robin in the holly
Falls still and silent

Birdsong

Sweet mute bird.
The cold season
Stays your tongue
And dampens
The fluttering
In your chest.
Yet you greet each day
With anticipation —
Awaiting
That first performance.

Painted Bird

The painted bird
Forever in mid-flight
On the wall scroll

Stargaze

Waking with the moon
A horned owl
Reflects stars
In its eyes

Suburban Sunset

A row of houses falling into dusk
With the sunlight slanting
Along a paved asphalt road
Is punctuated by a mourning dove’s cry
Somewhere behind the hedges

Snow Thaw

An intense sun melts
The poise of winter, flitting
A black-throated blue warbler

Spring

The ice thaws
Robins race on mud
Snowdrops rise

Zoologist

Two eyes watch upon the branch
And small talons cling as a wind sways the tree
A black-bearded specimen of avian fauna
Wonders as I pace in spiraling circles
Spitting freshly chewed grass:
An indecipherable human mating dance

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Vampire

A Nightmare roosts on the bed post
Its sickle-shaped wings folded in repose
Waiting for evening to draw its curtain
And the sleeper to lay her head

Leopard

In winding jungle
A black leopard stalks her prey
Feathered death-throes