I sat in the cool, still morning, Gathering my thoughts; Deciding whether to beseech or assault the day. 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…
One of us is really old Crotchety and demanding Forgets she’s had her dinner And yells like she’s panhandling. Friends of every stripe despair Wishing her voice was sweeter But it’s no good complaining ’cause no one’s going to beat her! We grumble to ourselves And fill her bowl again She’ll do exactly what she…
Two super-sized vampires ran the red light Looking neither left nor right. Pointing pick-up trucks like spears, They raced before the dawn. Red gash lips on snow-white faces, They didn’t see us there. We daytimers waited and they went by. by Kim Davis