Category: Poetry
By Kim Davis © 2006
I sat in the cool, still morning
Gathering my thoughts;
Deciding whether to beseech or assault the morning.
Humming filled the air
And called my eye
To the red liquid suspended in glass
From my porch roof.
A pair danced there;
Whether duel or duet was hard to tell.
Tiny rapiers thrust forward
They came together.
Buzz, buzz as they got too close.
They paused in perfect unison,
Sipped their wine,
And rose to dance again.
One of us is really old
She’s crotchety and demanding
Forgets she’s had her dinner
And yells till we come to understanding
Her friends despair of her
And wish her voice was sweeter
But it’s no good complaining
’cause no one wants to beat her!
Instead we grumble to ourselves
As we fill her bowl again
She’ll do exactly what she wants
Our dear old feline friend.
by Kim Davis
Two super-sized vampires ran the red light
Looking neither left nor right.
Brandishing big pick-up trucks like weapons,
They raced to beat the sun so bright.
Lips stained red on snow-white faces
They didn’t see us there.
We daytime people held our places
Afraid to take the dare.
a poem by Kim Davis
